Of Somerset, Texas and Places South of The Medina…
…preserving this past for future generations.
Of Somerset, Texas and Places South of The Medina…
…preserving this past for future generations.
POETRY and OTHER THOUGHTFUL THINKIN'S Uncategorized

KITE – PAPALOTE

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A kite brings such joy when soaring in the sky.

I can’t fly,
but I can fly a Kite.
slow and gentle through the breeze
or fast and swift directly into a tree.
I see the tail up in a branch
What a short life had my new kite.

No puedo volar,
pero puedo volar un papalote.
Lento y ligero en la brisa,
raudo y veloz contra el árbol.
Alcanzo a ver la cola en una rama.
¡Este papalote, no hadurado nada!

Pero, los papalotes en los árboles pueden traer lágrimas.

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OF GOOD KNIVES IN OUR LIVES

Mom had difficult time understanding me as I explained just how perfect her sterling silver dinner knives were for digging perfect holes in the dirt, digging up the garden’s carrots and radishes and replanting them after finding they were not ready for harvest, following a ground squirrel hole or two deeper to see if the squirrel was home, but not much else. That all changed when Dad brought home some real digging implements: Captain Matheny’s collection.