Zena

Zena

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Mesmerising Moments at Irish Fest
Clapping with the bodran
Pogoing to the beat
The crowd sings along,
Many accents in harmony.

Arcadian roots
Snaking through the crowd
Joining the patchwork plaid
Of the Irish Kilt.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Friday the 13th
Celebrating 56 years of life
For another Joe

Freedom on the Highway
Sturgis in August
Feeling invincible
At one with the wind.

We pray Angels broke your fall
Tucked you safely in their wings
And carry you back to us soon.


Thursday, August 12, 2010

Celebrating The Wonder of 10 Years of Life.

A smile brighter than the candles
Warming our hearts.
Kindness and thoughtfulness
Well beyond your years.
Empathy and humor
You were born with.
Talents and ideas
You grew into.
A beautiful night to celebrate
With family and friends.
Happy Birthday Joe!


Wednesday, August 11, 2010

My "Eat, Pray, Love" Word
I am a seeker.

Seek the truth
The elusive goal of detective novels.

Seek to learn new things
The sign of a good teacher.

Seek to be helpful
As a citizen of the world.

Seek knowledge
As a hunter in life's library.

Seek comfort
Not fearing the unknown but expanding into it.

Seek passion
Aggressively embracing opportunities of joy.

Seek fun
Taking time to laugh.

Seek balance
Putting all the pieces together.

Seek Peace
Reconciling the restlessness of the search.


Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Greatest Generation @ the History Center
The lense of childhood
Recreates its own history.

The days were longer
The snow deeper
The sun hotter
And the stars
Actually may have appeared brighter
Due to less city glare.

The walk to school
Seemed to go on for miles.
Between the blocks
Was such an adventure.
Imagining what was behind
Lace curtains.
Chasing through hedge shortcuts.
Hopscotching down the sidewalk.

It seemed forever between houses.
Nine blocks included
All the laughs, secrets and dreams
We shared
In the short space and time
Of our nine year old history.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Summer in the City
Seeking shade
Under August's jungle canopy
Garden overgrown,
Like a Gauguin painting.
Feel the heat bake the bark
And wring the sweat from the leaves.
Squirrels, with bellies pressed flat to the limbs,
Too hot to scurry
Just trying to catch a summer breeze.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Gary's Poem
Sharing your thoughts through your writing
Making each day's poetry exciting.
Your optimistic outlook on life
Finding beauty in every day strife.

I enjoy your honesty and compassion
You do understand your feelings.
Thanks for letting me into your world.
You are passionate, playful, loving and caring.
All who you touch,
Enjoy your friendship and love,
Your wisdom as a teacher.
We are all students.