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What Google Hath Wrought And Not

Audio Recordings, Family, Remembering / tagged Technology / February 25, 2021 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

One of the gifts of elders of yore
was to serve as the storers of lore

Now that that task is mostly offsite
they only need carry the wisdom light

Frost Bite

Audio Recordings, Nature, Ranch Life, Relationships, Remembering / tagged Winter / February 23, 2021 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

For our Texas friends, living with broken pipes from water turned on too fast after the freeze

MLK Day 2021

Audio Recordings, Haiku, Remembering / tagged Civil Rights, Equality, Hope, Inspiration, Martin Luther King Jr. / January 18, 2021 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

A dream is a dream
except when it's a nightmare
time to dream again

The life and dreams of Martin Luther King Jr. are celebrated today

Image by Tumisu from Pixabay

The Bobcat

Audio Recordings, Nature, Remembering / January 10, 2021 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Close by the Boy Scout camp
I came upon a bobcat in a tree

I looked at the bobcat
and the bobcat looked at me

She was poise and beauty
and one with where she sat

I was knob knees shaking
knob knees shaking and a funny hat

Boy scout camp, St. Victor Saskatchewan. About 50 miles (80km) north of the Montana border

Image by milesz from Pixabay

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Moondust in the Footprints

Audio Recordings, Relationships, Remembering / December 31, 2020 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Over fifty years ago
Armstrong landed on the moon

He isn’t there now
but we celebrate it yet

And since
the past is not the past
but in the moment we remember

I remember
you and us, I remember

Happy Birthday Jane

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Christmas Cards

Audio Recordings, Family, Farm, Nostalgia, Ranch Life, Relationships, Remembering, Travel / December 24, 2020 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Back when mail was mail
and jam came in a pail
(with strawberries big as your thumb)
the thing I most remember
are the envelopes of December

It didn’t surprise us
that Santa came by sleigh
anybody to get to our ranch
would have had to come by sleigh

so they came by card instead
and helped us light each clip-on candle
around the popcorned tree

Author no stranger to Christmas in isolation

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Building Roads with Alden

Audio Recordings, Poems about Poetry, Remembering / December 19, 2020 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

If there comes a time when truck drivers read poetry, mine will be the poetry they'll read. - Alden Nowlan

I'd like to think if someone from the day shift had left a book of Alden's on the seat and I'd picked it up while waiting for the spreader
Young tho I was, and trucker proud
of the silver badges on my belt and the black ribbon we were laying
He'd have had a hard time getting it back

The Author, at age 18, drove for Ramsey and Bird paving highways in Southern Saskatchewan. Silver badges were Chauffeur’s Licenses required for professional drivers

Judgement Nights

Audio Recordings, Remembering / tagged Regret / December 12, 2020 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

In the wee and sleepless hours
counting sins instead of sheep

Every should and shouldn’t
of all roads taken and untaken

Perhaps it will bring better sleep
to remember that your judgement now
may not be better than your judgement then

Hugh Carr

Audio Recordings, Remembering / tagged Baseball, Coach, Notre Dame, School, Teacher / December 2, 2020 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Hugh Carr had a curve
thrown with an arm half a foot longer than mine
an arm made of rubber mixed with muscle and eyes

That curve would come at you
about three feet high and outside
and as slow as a grade nine getting out of bed

About the time you put your bat down
and got ready to walk to first
it would snap off and break
across the plate

When Hugh Carr taught school
and the second last boy in the very last row in the corner
turned to talk to the very last boy in the very last row in the corner
that long rubber arm would reach back
pick up a chalk brush from the board
and in one graceful flowing motion
bounce it off the head of the boy
turning around in the back

Hugh Carr had a curve - but this was a fastball

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Exemplum Trahit – Example Draws

Audio Recordings, Poems about Poetry, Remembering / tagged Notre Dame, School / December 1, 2020 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

At Notre Dame in grade ten
the coach taught English too

No course outline to guide
and no homework for us or him

Cy would but bow
his blonde Adonis head
into an ancient book of verse

and read it with such love
we had no choice but to follow him in

In loving memory of Cy (Pope) MacDonald

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