Θ
On the Path
the trail ends
no more steps
On the Mountain
−
Trekking up the Mountain
my mountain
The Path will eventually end
my path
The time comes
my time
To carve new steps
my steps
Or
End all progression
my end
Stand still treelike
my stillness
Cast a shadow down the Mountain
my shadow
Hiding the paths of the journey
my hiding
from the Sun
−
It’s the Treeline
It’s why so many Great Mountains
Are bare at the Summit
Θ
∞
My daughter is telling me all about which boys she likes the most at school. She’s nine. NINE! I can’t tell which is worse. The fact that she, like my Wife, thinks smelly, hairy boys (well men for the Wife) are a good thing. Or, that at nine the part of her brain that makes you girls like smelly, hairy, loud, obnoxious boys is pumping it’s venom into her blood stream. Don’t you know that we smell our drawers to see if they’re good for one more day!. Don’t you know we depend on you to know better? HOW does my perfect, beautiful, intelligent, & light filled daughter look at a pile of loutish little mud heathens and think,”Oh boy!”? How do any of you do that? Do you have any idea how many guns I need to buy now? And some barbed wire..and some alligators…. Guard dogs. Big ones. Like twenty feet tall or something.
Sigh!
∞
A man
Who never acknowledges insults
That they may fade
Powerless
Yet before leaving
They sting him
With venom that burns
Leaving always a scar
The Soul can not mend
His reaction always aggressive
But he is civilized
He can not say a discouraging word
So his pride he must swallow
Again
Again
Until intoxicated
With doubt
In the Backyard
Digging holes
Into each an item dropped
Something to be buried
Like the occasional dagger
Thrown upon the lawn
Carelessly from a passer by
Intentionally from a passer by
Maliciously from a passer by
Cluttering up the yard
My yard
With sticks & stones
Yet I do not throw them back
Back at my detractors
I never liked throwing daggers
So I never learned how
My penance then
To pick them up
And to bury each one
Where it won’t be seen
Like it was never thrown
Into my yard
Into my face
So no one can see them
And if I don’t look
Neither will I
*06/13/09 - I need to
put on gloves if I'm going to work on the firewood pile.
installation gutter guards. Lets rain through not debris. Oh yeah? well they keep snow & ice out too!
*05/13/08 - ALWAYS tape the bottom
of your pant legs when inspecting bee hives. Unless you want to end up like me. My pants & drawers down at my ankles. slapping my butt to dislodge a bee from a very private spot. All while standing in the middle of the back yard for the neighbors to see!
time I try to replace the bearing in my Palm Sander I must remember to UNPLUG it first! I 'bout ripped my hand off.
laundry room broke. I had to kill the power at the breaker to replace the switch. The previous owners never mapped the circuits. Which means I had to experiment. I would trip a breaker then test the line with a voltage detector. The detector never sounded it's alarm. I thought the line was dead. I began to remove the wires to the switch. Then I noticed the detector was OFF! I flipped it ON. Oops! wrong breaker. The line was hot. Lucky to be here...
a wind storm to teach a person what is securely tied down & what isn't. Now please excuse me while I go get my canoe out of the woods.
Someone may think you brought dinner & come looking for it.
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