Retired from the University of Texas and too old to play soccer anymore. Now, in the twilight of his years, time is spent writing in this blog, hiking and exploring Texas Parks, photography, working out, gardening and tending to the five ponds he built .
I walked around the garden viewing the flowers that are already out and it is not yet Spring. So far, even by our mild standards, we are having a very warm winter. We had two nights of frost back in early November and nothing since. It has not even rained that much as shown by the dried up ponds, streams and stock tanks. I was out walking the other day and the temperature reached eighty two degrees. Go figure…
I have taken pictures of the flowers for you all to enjoy and even posted on a Wednesday, something I rarely ever do. With the exception of the last one, they are all from my garden, several roses, narcissus, daffodil and violets.
I consider myself lucky to not have to put up with a winter after living in Upper New York State for ten years. It does get a bit warm in Texas in the summer but I prefer the heat to the cold and snow. Enjoy.
Who ever thought that I could be, a writer for one like me
who trouble has in speakingwords has found the pen is mightier.
and that remembering the words to use in sentences that are profound
can take the time and write them down and sense they make to one and all
who listen hard but cannot hear the verbal words as they lack
the meaning that I’m trying to say so I write them down in another way
to explain the words that my mouth cannot say
for I fear that a speaker is not my way
An orator, one who can hold, an audience so strong and bold
in the palm of his hand with words so fine
they listen to every one of his lines
as he speaks they hear magic of the times
of the words he has to say as he speaks to them from far away.
Now maybe the twist is in the words the orator may well read
the choice of pieces for the need to an audience recite
the written word, that I did write
and even though the will to speak of that I am very weak
the orator can say the things and for me say that which I keep
in my mind and on which I write.
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