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Quiet Times

| Snapshot! |
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| Just a simple day, filled with work |
| gardening to do, animals to feed |
| children to chase, lessons to teach. |
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| Grandmother sun, shinning overhead |
| gives the day, a touch of joy |
| softly rolling hills, enfolding in a hug. |
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| Wildflowers, waiting to be picked |
| Kool-Aid made, for our picnic |
| sandwiches, and a blanket on the ground. |
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| Puppies barking, around our legs |
| a little pond, filled with fish
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| just waiting, while we bait our hooks. |
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| Six little brown faces, glowing with
health |
| a mothers heart, overflowing with love |
| a day that is treasured, a snapshot
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| kept in her heart! |
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| © Sheila Williams |

| Good Times |
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| On some river in I Corps
in 1968 our LCM-8: |
| went out to an LCU |
| where they gave us steaks. |
| i volunteered to cook. |
| used water as there was nothing
else |
| to cook them with. |
| i ate at least 3-4 of them. |
| been few steaks that tasted
that good ever since. |
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| © Doug Yelmen |
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| "Horny Toad
Lizard" |
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| To call this reptilian fellow
both a toad and a lizard is just overkill. |
| First of all the little guy is
not a toad - he's just a lizard. |
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| Is he horny? I don't
know. None of my business. Have sex with whom you
will. |
| Perhaps lizard ladies find all
those spikes and bumps make him a sex wizard! |
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| He is indeed a horned lizard,
and is an endangered species, sad to say. |
| Too many little kids in the
desert southwest wanted him to come out and play. |
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| Unlike his distant cousin, the
rattlesnake, his only defense is being ugly. |
| He can't eat you, but he'd sure
like to gobble down a bugly! |
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| I like him - I think he's cute
- I used to carry him in my pocket, |
| But I want him to live, so I'll
keep him safe in this virtual locket! |
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| Karen M. Rice, © August 6, 2010 |
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Innocence
Tinkling giggle,
Mashed-nosed kiss,
Two-handed grip on my wrist.
Tiny child with upturned face,
Offering the gift of God’s Grace,
Swinging giddily from my arm,
Filled with bubbling, guileless charm.
There are good memories from Vietnam.
© T.P. Woodfork 7/26/20 |

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Return |
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Returning to
Vietnam with an aged wife, I sit
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On our private
balcony on that big boat as she,
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Who must be obeyed, concentrates on her
chess move
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And I am free to
gaze out to sea as I fill my lungs
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With the salty,
balmy air and listen to the muted throb
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Of the huge engines
that push us through the green-blue
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Foam of those South
East Asian waters and I think
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Back to when I wore
a younger man’s clothes, wetted
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In part from sweat,
in the same heavy tropical warmth. |
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© Roger Liebermann
8/8/2010 |

| Peaceful Day |
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| A peaceful day came my way |
| Right in the thick of thin |
| I was only stacking hay |
| Ah, life was good back then |
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| The morning was all sunshine |
| All nature was tough with dew |
| There was no mountain to climb |
| Just simple chores to do |
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| The meadowlark sang a morning
song |
| The finches chimed in too |
| All nature seemed to get along |
| There was serenity in the sky
so blue |
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| The world seemed to say:
“take your time” |
| Enjoy all you have right now |
| Leave contented fruit on the
vine |
| Live life in the here and now |
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| ©8/8/10Terry Sutherland |

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