Fifty Years and Counting…


dsc_4586It is fifty years since I set sail
far away from that distant shore
leaving behind all I had known
hoping my dream was not alone.

I had no reason that I should leave
away from the land that I called home
but given the chance for a future untold
a new land to visit and behold.

My Mother was there to welcome me
along with those of my family
pleased that we had decided to come
to make our American family as one.

Fifty years have passed since that day
my Mother has also passed away
the family has grown and to pastures new
all that remains are memories so few.

As I look back to that day
when a new life before us lay
I think how different if we had stayed
what other games we might have played.

The past is something come and gone
and we have to keep moving on
decisions made are there to stay
as time marches along the way.

If I could do it over again
would I still have travelled all this way
to spend my life in a country so new
the answer to that is I haven’t a clue.

 

 

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My 50th Anniversary.


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Today, March 13th,  is another one of those special days and this one can only happen once in my lifetime. On this day, fifty years ago, I and my family like so many others before us, set foot on American soil for the very first time.

We left England in the grand old ship, the Queen Mary who herself was reaching the end of her active life.  After seven days at sea and  like so many before us, we sailed past the Statue of Liberty into New York. We docked at the famous Pier 22 to be met by my Mother who I hadn’t seen since 1946, twenty one years before.

That marked the beginning of my life here in America which has had its ups and downs as most people’s lives do. I have never been back to England but have wished that I had, many times but it seemed that there was always something that prevented my return. Maybe there is still time…

Life in America has generally been very good to me. I did not do so well on the marital and family side of things having been married and divorced three times and have lived a single life for the past twenty one years. That is one of my regrets but it is water under the bridge as I can’t change the past.

On the other hand, I did well in my working life and am comfortably off and most of all, am still in very good health able to go on long hikes and work around the ponds and in my garden.

Would I do it all again if I could wind back the clock? I’m talking about the decision to emigrate to the USA. The answer is probably yes. I still miss a lot about the English lifestyle although my memories are fifty years old and things have changed considerably. The one thing that has not changed is the constant rain as almost every time that I watch the English Premier League on the television, the crowd has on heavy coats and it is always raining. That I do not miss.

I became a citizen ten years after I landed mostly for the work opportunity but I am still very British at heart. A part of me will always belong in England and there is still time for me to go back to visit one last time. For now. I’m looking forward to the next 50 years.

One thing I do know,  the Texas sun beats the English rain…

Dripping Springs Farmers Market 2-1-2017


dsc_4906I was in Dripping Springs the other day to shop at Tractor Supply where I get my fish food and anything else that appeals to the country boy in me. I swear that I should have been born a farmer as I have such an attraction for the country life. This time around, I bought a couple of heavy duty tee shirts to add to my collection and wandered around looking at all of the neat stuff and wishing I was 50 years younger. Hell, I would settle for just 20 years younger.

On the way back out, I pulled into a Farmers market that is held every Wednesday in the middle of the small town. I had noticed it before but had never bothered to stop but this time, as I had my camera with me, pulled into the parking lot.

There were around twenty or so vendors set up each doing their best to sell their wares. I stopped at a tent that sold Empanadas and couldn’t resist the temptation of buying one of them. It was nicely hot and as soon as I got back to the car, I ate it enjoying every bite of the tangy taste of Mexican cooking. I could easily have gobbled down another two or three.

Music was provided by a guitar player who was very good. There were the usual merchants selling fresh garden produce. Another was selling fresh meat and many more specializing in a large variety of goods.

Well worth the stop if you are in Dripping Springs on a Wednesday afternoon.

Remembering…


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It seems to me as I grow Old
I remember things that I was told
years ago when I was young
things Fathers say to a son.

Most of them are in my mind
thoughts remembered of all kinds
about girls and guns and football games
and growing up and carrying his name.

Hunting tips and fishing lures
what to take the best of cures
for drinking too much and feeling the pain
that happens when you lose the game.

Words of wisdom of the kind
to help get past a difficult time
that being old and knowing so well
things that only time can tell.

Did I listen to my Dad
as he passed along what words he had
to help me as I grew old
knowing that I couldn’t be told.

Probably some words got through
saving me from mistakes anew
but others forgotten at the time
and the consequences were all mine.

When I look back at what he said
and think of the life that I lived instead
with things my way without a thought
of the things that He had taught.

One bad thing with being young
is we knew it all when we had fun
even though we heard the word
to us they sounded so absurd.

Now I am old and time passed by
I think of the words he did cry
and now understand just how wise
for he was not telling me lies.

If I had only been as smart
to listen and heed with my heart
life would have been a much simpler task
for those whose lives touched mine in the past.

My Dad is long gone from this life
away from the trials and the strife
but I remember the things he told
although too late for I’m much too old.

A Funny Old World, but not in an amusing way…


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We live in a funny old world except it is not an amusing place to be.

Our world is populated by man and beast and Nature and the three have been trying to cohabit for millions of years or at least, as long as man had walked on two feet. Prior to that, man and beast were pretty much equal and between them Mother Nature was able to hold her own.

Move along a few thousand years and man is now fully capable of not only walking upright but also has the ability to think. Once that happens, then the earth no longer lives in harmony. Man hunts beast and beast hunts Man and so Man dreams up bigger and better ways to hunt the beast. Man has not yet endangered the Earth but is thinking up ways to do so.

Another thousand years and Man has now learned not only how to hunt the beast to the point of extinction but has also raped the trees and forests to where it has started to affect our way of life. Man in his ever ongoing role to “modernize” the world and his all consuming greed and selfishness, is poisoning the atmosphere and the Earth is warming up.

Move along a couple of hundred years and many of the beasts are extinct caused by man and his incessant greed and the atmosphere is continuing to be poisoned by mans ignorance and failure to recognize the dangers. Man is now blaming man for the problems that both of them created. War is imminent.

A hundred more years, and most of the birds and animals are gone, victims of man’s greed and ignorance. Man’s numbers are also in decline due to the hotter temperatures and the unclean air, shortage of food and water, the rising sea levels and fighting with each other. Man is no longer in harmony with Mother Nature, the remaining animals and the fellow man.

A hundred years later, there is no man who, along with the animals and all things living including the plants and trees, has perished in the problems of man’s own making. The Earth is nothing but a barren planet too hot to live on and an atmosphere that is unbreathable, just like Mars.

Farewell Man and Beast and Mother Nature, Farewell Earth. It’s too late now…

Another Gloomy Day


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Another dull and gloomy day
too wet to go out and play
or to work in the yard or on the ponds
and finish the work that is taking too long.

Instead I sit inside and write
wielding the pen with all of my might
although I am not really using a pen
but something much more modern instead.

My computer now has become my sword
with it I can print out the word
and people can read what I write
much clearer than the pen and its might.

The words carry the same intent
regardless of the methods invent
as the computer is a writing device
and the words it prints are more concise.

Lucky for me they came along
for without it my pen would have no song
as clearly my writing no one can read
and my messages would be lost indeed.

So on my computer I scribble away
as fast as two fingers can make the play
and Spell Checker checks the words are correct
in case my fingers disconnect.

Actually, what can I say
I really like to write this way
and although my typing is not fast
the words I write I hope will last.

People can read and understand
the words I have written are not bland
and carry a message a story or two
be it truth or fiction, I haven’t a clue.

Working Outside


504_1920x1080_gloomy_dayI do not want to work outside
this gloomy day I cannot hide
no pleasure in working out in the yard
so gloomy and damp it makes it hard
to really enjoy this what I do
when the mud is collecting on my shoes
and everything around me is damp and wet
and my heavy jacket is making me sweat
but without it I would not stay dry
with the rain and fog in the sky
and everything is wet to the touch
and my gloves are soaked and hard to clutch
the tools I am using for the task
just one more and it will be the last
and back inside warm and dry
to look out the window at the grey skies.