oh prickly affair
drawn to the beauty one reaches
stung by reality
Archive for January, 2015
31
Jan
15
Once stung….
31
Jan
15
rustling wind…
the warm canyon winds
rustling trees and plants embrace
nature’s rhythm soothes
30
Jan
15
Twisted…
twisted between wire
scars, marks and battered psyche
cut the strands of wire
30
Jan
15
old school ways…
sometimes the old ways
hang around as worthy tools
progress or regress?
30
Jan
15
Ah, maybe tomorrow…..
life is persistent
always decisions await
don’t procrastinate
29
Jan
15
Inquisitive Little Girl…
little girl gazing
out upon the larger world
imagination
It was lunch break, shortly after 12:00 on November 22, 1963. I was standing to the right of these doors in my high school (Washington High~Portland, Oregon). The Principal came over the intercom and announced to the student body and teachers, that President Kennedy had been assassinated. It was a stunning moment. Perhaps innocence was kicked in the teeth that day for me and for many others I’m sure. I can think of few other tragedies that has had such an impact. So, when something revives a recollection of the Kennedy Assassination, for ever three things pop into my head: the President and wife sitting in the back of the limousine…the somber funeral procession…and where I was standing by the school doors in the hallway when the announcement came over the loudspeaker.
Last night, we had occasion to view the refurbishment of the old Washington High School. It will now be a commercial/events venue. The second I saw those doors in the hallway that odd moment in life popped into my mind. One of those “I remember where I was when I heard about…”
