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Travels

My memories rest on many miles

From ocean waves to mountain trails

Poetic Asides A year in the life of

College after Fifty

My first year of college, after fifty, I

studied at night when I wasn’t taking

care of people, or cleaning the house,

or writing my novel, or working on

something for my writers group, or

completing a devotion assignment, or

writing poetry, or doing yardwork, or

critiquing manuscripts with a friend, or

attending meetings, or doing paperwork,

or going to church, or attending women’s

Bible study, or praying, or eating out,

or playing Words with Friends, or reading,

or coloring owls, or making phone calls,

or walking, or watching dumb TV shows,

or talking on the phone to my children,

or perusing Facebook posts and videos.

I studied at home in Colorado. I studied

in Arizona, Wyoming, Nebraska, South

Carolina, Minnesota, Wisconsin, and

Florida. I took a break on a Caribbean

Writers Cruise and then all of a sudden

my 1st year of college after fifty—gone!

And now almost my second.

Poetic Bloomings the moon

The Moon

The moon sat on the mountaintop,

as if it were going to camp there.

Reluctantly, it disappeared,

perhaps searching for poets to inspire

for a romance to rekindle,

or a lake, to admire its own reflection.

Poetic Asides Let the good times roll

One of those Mornings

There they go in the van.

They’re bathed and clothed and fed.

So let the good times roll.

While I go back to bed.

Poetic Bloomings Pick a form

Sonshine

When luck is down, my prayers go up,

And I request He fill my cup.

At times, I feel that I will drown,

My prayers go up, when luck is down.

When feeling blue, I sing to Him,

Thought it may sound so dull and grim.

It’s just a thing, I’ve got to do.

I sing to Him, when feeling blue,

Like after rain, the sun appears

His still small voice comes to my ears

He comforts me in all my pain.

The sun appears, like after rain.

Poetic Bloomings change

Change

Now is a strange thing

It doesn’t last

But a thousand nows later

We never reach then

Poetic Asides Flight

A Lesson in Trust

We flew over red ridges of Utah,

with the thin sheet of metal

of our Volkswagen-bug-like plane

separating us from two-thousand feet of air.