Musings – Just Plain Bud

Gravity

I hate gravityIt messes with my faceIt pulls my chins and other skinsSeverely out of place;It takes my facial featuresAnd makes them even moreHangy saggy baggyThan they ever were before.Gravity sucks

Again, It’s Christmas

Once again the time of yearFor snow and mistletoeEmbers in the fireplaceCast a golden glowStockings on the mantleRibbons on the floorHappy facesWreathed in smilesIt’s Christmas time once more

The leaving of the land of my birth was an abrupt, overnight event. One day I was there, the next I was not. I spread my wings, in search of what every young man seeks. The return, many years later, was a slow, sporadic process, in fits and starts, as though a testing of theContinue reading “Homecoming”

Choices

Choices made so long agoOften tell the taleOf what a life has come to beWhich destinies prevailOf all the ones both good and badSuccess or grand mistakeThe choices I regret the most Are ones I did not make

Dreaming

I was dreaming And the parts that I recall Don’t tell me what the message was If there was one at all Buried in the shadows Deep inside my mind Images of days long gone Of things I left behind I was thinking But more in recent days About the possibility Of taking up oldContinue reading “Dreaming”

Things and Friends

Tools, toys, money, memories, experiences, loves, lives. Why do some people spend years, decades, accumulating things until there is room for no more, then dump it all, just to start over? Some people I know are purely interested in the acquisition, as though it’s a competition. One person in particular, from early childhood, would setContinue reading “Things and Friends”

On Friendship

I had my fiftieth high school reunion a while back. I still think on the faces, some with smiles, some with tears, but all happy to be together for what might possibly be the last time. There was a memorial table, with pictures and names, of the classmates that have gone ahead, wherever that is.Continue reading “On Friendship”

Spearfishing

As children, we spent a considerable amount of time down by the river. Exploring along its banks, we would find arrowheads and other evidence of encampments by the indigenous people of an earlier time. With the raisings of the Rock Island Dam, most if not all of those areas are now submerged. One of theContinue reading “Spearfishing”

On Readheads

I’ve always been attracted to women with red hair. Throw in green eyes and a scattering of freckles and you will definitely have my attention. I don’t know why that is, but it may be due to my Celtic heritage. Not that all or even most Celts have red hair, but the mental image IContinue reading “On Readheads”