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soonie2:

I’m not only re blogging this because my son wrote it but because I think it’s pretty darn good! Enjoy!

Originally posted on Licht Thoughts:

I should be waking up in a cold sweat every night with reoccurring dreams of being a childhood failure.

When I was a kid, I played on my home town’s little league baseball team.  I chose the outfield because it meant I could make little dirt volcanos with my cleats and pray that the other team didn’t have the motor skills to hit a ball further than second base.  The other team always picked up on this and made sure to hit every ball my way.  It meant I had to quickly throw it back to the infield with a technique that resembled a man with spaghetti arms trying to swat a fly.

My dad signed me up for this every spring for about four years after my nine seasons of soccer proved to be a waste of time (the only thing I learned was how to use an orange peel…

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blossoms on ice

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I’ll take mine on the rocks, please…

playing with a new technique
interesting to see the changes in color and light
as the ice slowly melts

just as the spring thaw is pretty much complete
here in New England

Wishing you all a sparkling weekend, my friends!

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You Reading This, Be Ready
by William Stafford

Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened
sound from outside fills the air?

Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
than the breathing respect that you carry
wherever you go right now? Are you waiting
for time to show you some better thoughts?

When you turn around, starting here, lift this
new glimpse that you found; carry into evening
all that you want from this day. This interval you spent
reading or hearing this, keep it for life –

What can anyone give you greater than now,
starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?

(Celebrating National Poetry Month)

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