February 22, 2017
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Looking to Render Aid
What therapy do you propose
To remove the thorns from this winter rose
Or stop the hawk in diving flight
Or pluck the peach before fire blight
You see the pain of comfort lost
Through the window those tempest tossed
Words and pithy parables spouting
Your only aid is sermonic shouting.I have to admire some of my friends who do more than "talk the talk". I'm referring to those strong individuals who are willing to make a difference by their actions. There have been a few who have supported efforts at humanitarian aid whether it was local, national or international. And by support I mean they physically went and built schools or churches or hospitals. They volunteered their medical, veterinary, educational or engineering expertise. Some distributed food and water and others opened their homes to provide shelter. Sometimes it was temporary and other times it was permanent by way of adoption. I applaud them. They have a fearlessness that I do not possess. Because I don't have the courage to take that step toward giving of myself, I try to avoid being the other side of that coin. You know the type I'm referring to - the persons who have many criticisms but no solutions. They can tell you everything that is wrong but have no suggestions to make it right. Several years ago a decision was made to move me out of my office. I was not happy. Instead of "pitching a fit", I pitched an alternative solution to the problem that didn't involve displacing me. It was a win-win situation. My boss complemented me and told me that he always liked when someone had a problem and also provided a solution. He said it made his job easier.
This is for the Winter Scavenger Hunt 2017 using prompt #2 - Use the words - hawk, therapy, window, peach, comfort. I wrote this stanza in rhyming couplets. I hope you enjoyed it.
Comments (5)
Over the years, we had several inner-city children spend some time in our home. Probably the biggest project we ever did was sponsor a Cambodian family of 8 in the 1980's. They lived with us for 3 months, and we still keep in touch with them.
On another subject.....here is one of my mother's poems. I plan to put it on FB, but I'm afraid you might not see it.
The waves move in, their white-tipped toes touch the sand and feel their way upon the strand, then backward slide leaving wet prints along the shore, they melt into the tide. They move and merge; another time they forward glide with their groping toes of lathered foam to touch and take the sandy loam. The sea slides in and none can halt the rhythmic dance of spray and salt, the straining surge of watery toes. The smoothing surf in mystic trance as the wandering sea comes home.
Sorry I don't know how to space this as she did. Hope you like it.
I love it! Your mother certainly was able to paint a word picture. You should talk to saintvi and get the particulars on how she published her mother's poetry. I think your family would enjoy having the poems as a collection!!! I do see everything you post on FB - I just rarely comment or respond there...
I love your rhyming couplets poem on social activism 7 humanitarian efforts and also loved ata_grandma's sharing of her mother's beautiful poem too. You should enter yours in a contest for I think it is excellent and I AM a good judge! (And her mom's poem could be a prize winner too!) That reminds me...I have 9 essays to judge for our scholarship committee!
I love your rhyming couplets poem on social activism & humanitarian efforts and also loved ata_grandma's sharing of her mother's beautiful poem too. You should enter yours in a contest for I think it is excellent and I AM a good judge! (And her mom's poem could be a prize winner too!) That reminds me...I have 9 essays to judge for our scholarship committee!
Don't you just hate that you can't edit your responses once they are sent? It makes those typos so irritating. Working on the DAR citizenship essays again? I always enjoyed reading those - they were interesting!