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    Excursions in Daily Living


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      Excursions in Daily Living

      Published by Ann Evans

      This book is available in print.

      Copyright 2012 Ann T. Evans

      ********

      Table of Contents

      Excursions In Words

      Another Day

      24 hours In Every Day

      Blessed Day

      Bug Thoughts

      Blustery Spring Day

      Chirp, Chirp, Chirp

      Day Tripping

      Each Dawn’s Early Light

      Calories

      Clip On Flowers

      Communication

      Creation

      Considering

      Dark Clouds

      Back to Square One

      Blue Jay Confusion

      I Wish

      Casual Gardener

      Directions

      Fellowship

      Defining Me

      Cry Me A River

      Excursion in words

      What do I write...

      the question

      is addressed to me

      and I hesitate

      because

      I would not call

      it poetry

      it is more

      an excursion

      of thought...

      Impulse writing...

      Free form...

      A flow of

      my thoughts

      recorded

      for myself

      and

      possibly

      a limited audience

      of friends...

      Another day...

      Hard fought battle

      Struggling back and forth

      Mistakes made

      Plans remade...

      Attempts to recover

      Writing on the wall

      Systematic disaster

      Behind with little hope...

      Any given day

      A team can win or lose

      Tomorrow marks new plans

      Today's disaster to be left behind...

      For as we all can relate to

      Every ending marks a new day

      What you make of your losses

      Determines your true character...

      24 Hours in Every Day!

      It seems to me to be

      That the days before vacations

      Slide right on by  s l o w l y

      Then suddenly THE day arrives

      Rushing, rushing, rushing

      Checklists of things to do

      Places to be and people to see...

      A blur of planned or not planned activity

      Pictures snapped, sights seen,

      Or marked for future visits

      Motion, activity, gathering,

      Rushing forth each day

      Then almost before you turn around

      All is over...

      Return to home with many reminders

      Was it really 24 hours in every day?

      Surely you were short changed some days

      But whatever vacation time was spent

      Rushed through your fingers in rapid speed

      Until next planned vacation adventure

      Tally Ho, away we go...

      Blessed Day

      Thank you God

      For this day

      For yesterday

      And for tomorrow...

      For the blessing of life

      The breath I take

      The joy of sunshine

      Upon my face...

      Thank you for Grace

      Of acceptance in life

      Of the will to live

      To survive each day...

      For the clouds that pass

      The joy of life

      Family, Friends, & strangers

      That pass our way...

      Most of all

      Forgive my omissions

      Of respect for others

      Their choices & praise...

      Bug Thoughts

      Oh, big bug

      In the hot, hot sun

      Flew upon my windshield

      This early morning

      In the hot, hot sun...

      Yipes,

      Heat, BIG bugs, heat

      Pesticide resistant weeds,

      Hot, hot sun

      As I sit in my air conditioning....

      Contemplating things...

      Heat! Bugs! Weeds!

      Lemonade, air conditioning,

      Movie, popcorn, life....

      Ahhhhhhhhh....

      Blustery Spring Day

      Did I mention cold

      With the windy part

      Makes it more like Fall ish

      Maximum temperature 60

      With winds in gusts

      Making one think

      Of winter months…

      Yesterday was stormy,

      Windy, rainy,

      Tornadoes hit the Midwest

      In abundance

      With flooding and turmoil

      We kept our fingers crossed

      Hopeful, not to see the same…

      Pounding rain, on and off,

      All day long

      We watched our TVs…

      Flooding areas shown,

      Creeks rushing forth,

      Just a damp, miserable

      ‘Can’t wait for tomorrow’ day

      Then today we sit huddled

      Inside away from the wind

      Knowing that Spring must have rain

      For the flowers to bloom

      For the grass to grow…

      Yet, does it all have to come

      In one day or two…

      Seems like our season cycles

      Must come in extremes…

      Too much, too little,

      Too long, too short

      Too cold, too hot,

      Too wet, too dry

      Or was it always thus…

      Too quick to pass

      The days rush on by

      Projecting tomorrow with hope

      Wishing today will be mellow

      Fingers crossed &

      Toes too

      If that will be of any help…

      Chirp, Chirp, Chirp

      As I sit and knit

        I keep hearing

      Chirp, chirp, chirp

      I go check the fan

      Newly installed in the kitchen

      Eventually turning it off....

      I switch to reading

      My newly purchased book

      Chirp, chirp, chirp

      Scratching my head

      I explore the room

      Checking here and there...

      Back to my book

      Becoming ensnarled in plot

      Chirp, chirp, chirp

      What could it be

      Where can I search...

      Suddenly something goes by

      Under the coffee table

      Across the floor

      To the front doorway

      Flutters a chirping bird ...

      Giggle, giggle, giggle, what!

      Apparently sometime today

      One of my new family of birds

      Managed to sneak inside

      Keeping me company today...

      Escorted out the front door

      By broom guidance system

      Chirp, chirp, chirp gone

      So back to knitting

      Or reading in silence!!

      Day Tripping

      It was a lovely, sunny Fall day

      So the trip was impulse

      Route plotted on iPhone map

      Tank almost full of gas...

      Through the Fall leaves

      Across part of Natchez Trace

      Take H’way 72 to Corinth, MS,

      Past Iuka, Mars For Sale...

      'Bingo' place has a few cars

      Victoria Inn along the highway


      Rolling mountains, up & down,

      Soon arriving in Corinth, MS...

      Finding Heritage Festival

      Was child's play

      Verandah/Curlee House

      Interesting historic house...

      Vegetable soup & corn bread lunch

      Only $2, then back on the road,

      'Mars' on mailbox, 14+ acres,

      'Bingo' place car lot full, overflowing...

      Lovely drive back on H’way 72

      Take a left on H’way 133

      Across the TN River, scenic view,

      Back at home, Florence, AL, just a knitting...

      Each Dawn's Early Light

      Flowing streams of light

      flashing past the view

      Rushing with constant motion

      little time for careful thought ...

      Act, react, move on through

      shifting, sliding, changing view

      Rushing in perpetual motion

      Through winding tunnels every which way...

      Seeing, hearing, holding forth

      Flashing past the view

      Rushing by with much motion

      little conscious thought or depth...

      Today is here before yesterday's filled

      rushing by each day

      From crisis to crisis

      With little time for reflection...

      Calories

      Oh, gee,

      now I know

      what to blame

      when I select

      something to wear

      and it hugs me so tight...

      must be those pesky

      little buggers

      calories....

       

      Do ya think

      they are related

      to Hershey's chocolate bars

      or walnut fudge squares

      or buttered popcorn

      or cherry pie

      or those .....

      hmmmm

      good

      things....

      Clip On Flowers

      What year was it

      When pointed toed

      High, high heels were worn

      With clip on flowers...

      The late 1960s, early 1970s?

      Just saw on TV

      A lovely lady

      Wearing similar footwear...

      Reliving my teen years

      With fashion’s return styles...

      Though I'm content

      With my tennis shoes

      Most days & expressive socks

      Scattered with bright flowers...

      Ahh, retirement has its advantages...

      Communicate

      How is it that

      Some folks want to talk

      And talk and talk and talk

      About their problems & struggles...

      Their complaints about daily life...

      Hardly waiting

      For a 'yes...' or 'um hu...'

      Response or acknowledgement

      That you are there, listening,

      Consuming all they say, somewhat...

      I suppose

      There are those who listen

      And those who talk

      And talk and talk and talk

      We listeners appear to be

      The safety valve for release of pressure...

      Internalize

      Our thoughts...

      But even with us,

      Eventually...

      Someone needs to listen...

      Creation

      If you create something

      And no one knows

      Have you created...

      If you compose words

      And no one reads

      Have you composed...

      If I keep my words

      Unto myself

      Have I expressed...

      Excursions of thought

      Always I have done this

      But have I connected...

      Does it matter

      Has it mattered

      Well, no; words still flow...

      Considering

      This is the time

      Of the year

      When a move

      To a more

      Southern, sunny,

      Warmer area

      Appeals to me...

      As the cold,

      Overcast days

      Accumulate

      & my body

      Aches,

      and soreness

      Predominates ...

      Achy, breaky

      Is not a fun song

      But a constant

      Lament....

      Then there are

      Fluffy snows,

      & Sunny days...

      Then my spirit

      Rises...

      My aches subside,

      Ibuprofen

      At my side

      Warm heat,

      Movement ...

      Life moves on...

      Another winter

      Survived

      With seasonal

      Moans & groans

      And spring

      Will arrive ...

      Dark Clouds

      Came through the area

      As I watched

      There were strong winds

      And I watched the sky...

      Will there be a time

      When I watch less

      When I do not think

      Will there be a funnel cloud, tornado...

      How long before we forget

      The force that could be

      The possibility that nature holds

      How destructive & quick the violence...

      How long before we think

      Just another thunderstorm

      When we continue on our way

      When there is no hesitation…

      Will the children who survived

      Ever not have fear & hide

      When dark clouds roll by

      And we all stop and wait...

      April 2011

      Back To Square One

      Family time anticipated.

      What makes a family?

      Birth, connection

      Accidents of life...

      During holiday season

      November, December, January

      Thoughts center around family...

      Groups of people reconnect...

      Expectations are high

      Dreams are often overly wrought

      Memory is selective

      And, hopefully, near sighted...

      Terminal velocity shatters

      Reality lives its own life

      Memory encompasses truth

      Today's disasters are irrelevant...

      What is important

      Is the gathering effort

      The continued chain of life

      The renewal of connected ness...

      Blue Jays Confusion

      Brightly blue feathered creatures

      Flitting to and fro in the area

      Guarding 'their' territory

      Making noisy security flights...

      Maintaining status quo

      Letting others know

      This area is not to be invaded

      Changed, infringed on, or shared...

      Blue feathered furry

      Guarding 'there' territory

      Making noises, loudly protesting,

      Squirrel scurries with confused opinion...

      All is right with the world

      Blue jays maintained current environment

      Life moves quietly forward

      Until next infringement encounter...

      I wish

      That I could write

      Mystery novels...

      Character portraits

      In words...

      Swirling plots

      With descriptive landscape

      And odd characters...

      Capturing an audience...

      Holding your attention...

      A real page turner

      Keeping you up

      Past midnight...

      So I must simply be content

      Place words upon paper


      Expressing feelings

      And personal attitude...

      But I can wish...

      And express hope...

      Ah yes, the writer's urge ...

      And appreciate others...

      Casual gardener

      That's what I choose

      To call myself

      When pressed for a title...

      Why,

      because I approach

      Planting things in my yard

      With a 'casual' attitude!

      For example,

      My GA yard was not

      Planned, step by step...

      I'd sit outside and think

      Well, maybe this would look OK

      Or I'd see an azalea or 2 on sale

      Or a lovely group of flowers

      Would catch my imagination

      And I'd purchase 'em

      Figuring out later

      Where to put 'em...

      If a purchased item

      Failed to flourish

      I'd uproot

      & throw it away

      Or turn under for mulch,

      Trying something else instead...

      Of course, I read 'directions'

      But they often fail to retain;

      I keep attached tags

      But tend to lose 'em

      At some point...

      My Alabama yard

      Is the same

      With an Internal plan

      Imagination driven

      With a vision of Hope...

      Casual attitude

      toward growing;

      I plant

      God grows

      Is the attitude;

      See

      'casual gardener'

      Is my title...

      Directions

      In this day and age

      We rely on technology

      To get us where we

      Want to be…

      Long ago

      In a place far away…

      Haha…. I was the map person,

      the teller of how to get there…

      Seems Mom didn’t like

      Making wrong choices

      And Dad often got aggregated

      When she gave directions…

      So I was promoted

      At a very young age to

      Holder of the map,

     


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