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FRIDAY MARCH 10TH, 2023
This was reminded to me on Facebook in my Memories.  I wrote this on this day back in 2011.

Liquid Sunshine (3/10/2011)
      It was slightly overcast that day, so he grabbed an umbrella before leaving his apartment. He drove over to her house so he could pick up his lovely lady companion and then headed to the park for an afternoon stroll. As they walked hand-in-hand, the conversation was light, bubbly, and very flirtatious! They watched the squirrels playing what seemed like an endless game of tag. They also saw a few sunbeams peaking out from behind the sun that was partially hidden by the cloak of nimbus clouds that surrounded it.

     As they walked, they sensed a few drops of liquid sunshine falling from above. He suggested they find a bench and sit for a while as the rain began to intensify slightly. They found an empty spot under a big maple tree and sat down. He opended the umbrella just as the deluge began in earnest. As they huddled together in the downpour, he asked her to hold the umbrella for a moment. Then, he reached in his pocket and took out his portable MP3 player and placed one of the earbuds in her ear, and the other into his opposite ear. He then turned on the device as the collage of their favorite jazz tunes serenaded them.

     He took the umbrella from her, put his other arm around her, and pulled her to him as close as possible. They listend to their own private concert as Mother Nature doused them with the liquid sunshine. Mother Nature may have dampend the park that day, but not their spirits.

Love blossoms in many ways.

TUESDAY, JANUARY 17TH, 2023
This was the first poem that I wrote that was published.  It was when I was a senior in high school and the literary magazine that Sumter High put out each year decided it was good enough for their 1975 edition.  Some may have seen it before.  Some may not have.   Now all can view it and enjoy the ramblings of that 17 year old, bright eyed poet!

EPITAPH OF MAN
Man was born in ancient time.
His mother, Heaven. . .
His father, Hell.

Raised by hand, fed by machines.
His brother is his butler,
His sister is his maid.

Lived in a time of light and blue skies.
If threatened, hides behind a gun.

Died in recent time - maybe tomorrow!
Was killed by a disease he fought to conquer.
What was the horrible plague?

We call it
P E A C E . . .
AT ANY COST!!!

 

 
 

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