Retired from the University of Texas and too old to play soccer anymore. Now, in the twilight of his years, time is spent writing in this blog, hiking and exploring Texas Parks, photography, working out, gardening and tending to the five ponds he built .
For those of you that follow my blogs, you know that I am a big fan of Audiobooks reserved strictly for listening whilst out driving in the car. I do not listen at home with the single exception of when I am in the hot tub relaxing after a long hike and then sometimes, I will bring out the portable speaker as I soak and unwind.
Even though I write a blog and to date have posted over 700 articles, I do not consider myself a writer in the strict sense of the word. No, I am a reporter that can write an interesting (I hope) narrative of something that has occurred that usually, I have been involved in. Whether it be a hike or an Austin Pond Society Meeting or a poem, they are all things that I have been a part of or lucky enough to witness. Sometimes, I will get on my high horse and start ranting about something that I find disturbing that is happening in the rest of the World outside of my little part of it. I like to think I have an interesting style, enough for my readers to enjoy but as we are all different, I can only hope.
Which brings me to the reason for this blog. I have tried several times to write a novel and in a couple of cases have even written over 500 or more pages on a story but have never been very happy with the end result and have never pursued it further. As I listen to a story on Audiobooks, a part of my mind is trying to figure out where the story is going and what might be the next step the hero or heroine will take. Sometimes, I get it right but most of the time, my mind is just not devious enough to figure things out. Some of the twists and turns I would never have expected and when they go in a particular direction, my mind is in awe of the writer’s ingenuity. I guess that is what makes some writers truly great and some stories super interesting when nothing is as it seems.
What will I write about when I can no longer hike and have given up my interest in ponds as a hobby? Does that mean that I will also give up writing (reporting) as I will no longer have these things to write (report) on or will my mind grow more devious as I age? I suppose that in all probability, my mind will also deteriorate as I get older along with all of the other physical aspects of living. Maybe I will lose the ability to put one word after another to make an interesting story. This will pretty much solve the dilemma of writing or reporting if I will not be able to do either. I can probably fall back to writing bad poetry as a few disjointed and mangled or missing words here and there will not be noticed.
Who knows what the future may hold. With limited time left on this earth all I can hope for that other than getting more and more forgetful, the rest of the brain still knows how to act and will continue to function until I no longer care. At that point, goodbye world.
I went for another drive today
I often do that to pass some time
as it was too darn hot to take a hike
too late in the day to walk outside
I had no particular place in mind
just to jump in the car and let it define
the route that we would follow today
as we passed the time along the way
with an audiobook telling the words
read by an actor trained in this verse.
Listening to a Stephen King tale
what better way my thoughts to prevail
as he winds his magic his story to tell
and I try to guess what’s coming next
and will the good guys come out on top
or is it in his dastardly plot
that evil wins this particular tale
and the hero falls as he did fail
to foresee what should have been plain to most
the good over evil is not always the case
especially when Stephen King is the host.
The Dark Tower is the name of the piece
and actually, there are seven books in all
as I am nearing the end of book six
which means one more book to fall
I have yet to hear how it will end
and as this is next to the final book
I can only hope that good comes out on top
and the Gunslinger will find out what
is at the end of his terrible quest
the one that had driven him all of his life
in such a way so full of strife.
I have a very bad feeling that
I am not going to like the story I hear
of the characters that I know so well
that Susannah and Eddie, Jake and Oy
and Roland too are all going to die
and they in turn will never see
the Dark Tower in all of its mystery
but the only way that I will know
is to listen and hear the way it will go
and yet a part of me is so sad
the ending that’s coming will be very bad.
My favorite character in these books
is not one of the human kind
the animal lover in me prevails
and I am really cheering for Oy
and hope that he will see the day
and will be there with the boy
as the Billy Bumbler who is Jake’s friend.
Of one thing I can be pretty sure
King entertains me in such a way
that I drive my car and put on the miles
just to hear the words he will play
as he strings them together his story to say
and I feel I am going through hell today
the same as all of his characters tell
as he spins the web of his stories so well
as with the Tower, I’m sure I will find
it’s not the ending that I had in mind.
I have read a lot of Stephen King’s work
and seen those that are turned into film
and marvel at the mind of the man
as he bends the words to suit his will
as the stories unfold yet another twist
where does he get such wonderful thoughts
scary and horror and good versus bad
how does he make his mind work this way
and just when I think what next he will say
he is off somewhere else and I’ve lost the day.
And just as the Gunslinger said,”We deal in bullets, we deal in lead”.
My name is Frank as most of you know
a Member some time I have been, so
I attend meeting whenever I can
and when I do I enjoy my time
visiting my friends and listening to others
who more knowledge than I
give lectures of which I don’t always agree
but then again, no expert me.
I have five ponds that I did construct
each one is different for reasons unknown
I learned from the last and the one before that
till the little I’d learned I had down pat
which helped me to understand more
of what it is that I need to do
to enjoy the ponds and even the view
for the reason I built them was for beauty sake
so that in my yard much pleasure I take.
Other things in my life take my time
and often Monday nights is not fine
for me the Pond Meeting to attend
even though the choice is not always mine
to make as others lay claim on my time.
I bit of a writer is what I am
my blog site many articles contains
although I write with no claim to fame
writing to me is fun and just plain
easy to do and because of this
B.J. has asked if interested I’d be
to write monthly reports of the meetings we hold
for others to read and others be told
and those who are unable to attend
should know what we ate, what wonders we learned
and whether or not the meeting did earn
our thanks or was it one that we found
needed work for the topic was not one around
much discussion that is usually the sign
of a successful meeting most of the time.
And so my friends, let it be known
that at the next meeting I am able to attend
questions I may ask of you or your friend
your name for starters so that my report
will accurate be right from the start.
Do not be alarmed if I include you
as someone who had something to do
with the success of the meeting
or whatever your claim
to having your moment of fame
on my blog and on the website too
as Mary will include my written word
in her monthly meeting that she reports
that she sends to all of the members who
can read at their leisure and know all about
what happened at the Meeting they were without.
In truth my writing can be a bit wild
as things come out in some sort of rhyme
except when I’m serious or a story I write
so forgive me if you find me different at times
my reports are not always anything you find
in the newspaper or on TV
but it is out there for others to see
and to learn of the things they were not a part
for that is what makes storytelling an art.
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