...of belly flops and lemon drops

[ddtknight]

there is such a multitude of topics that I could ramble on about. i somehow see this entry becoming much less interesting and focused than I originally imagined it. oh well. deal with it. maybe i'll come across a gem, or perhaps more likely stumble around aimlessly. happy 4th of july, as rounds of firecrackers explode within earshot followed by the

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[anonymous]

HI Dave, 1st thought for the ramble, as it is a good ramble of reflection, and I'll say finally, for you've been beating yourself up for so long, the ramble shows you're getting there. Now 2nd thought. Though age is something man keeps beating you with, if you listen to it long enough, you will be, dare I say old. We've been conditioned for so long, we have forgotten how to live. Ok enough of that. Here's a few words for you to consider from Poet W. O. Abbott.

Because you are a kindred spirit-come-and stand beside me upon this familiar hill-where the wind sweeps upward from the valley-and touches us with it cooling fragrance-come-and rest for awhile-and watch the brown grasses gently nodding-and hear the whispered music of the oak leaves-here upon this hill-we are close to the things eternal-you and I-close to the essential things-the things of the spirit-the unseen things-here upon this peaceful hill-the wind sings softly in the gathering dusk-listen-listen and let your troubled heart-sing with the wind.