by ST, 10 Mar 2024 There once was a ducky named Pluck,Hitched a ride in a red farmer truck;When the farmer truck stoppedOut ducky pluckily hopped–Unluckily poor Plucky got plucked. Was ducky dinner or down?We may ask with a frown,But whichever he wereUnlucky ’tis sureHe hitched his last ride into town.
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Half a Glass
by ST, 1996 There ae several ways we could respond when given half a glass of something:Shock: “Oh my gosh, I’ve only got half a glass!”Curiosity: “I wonder how come I only got a half a glass?”Outrage: “Hey, my glass is half empty!”Low self-image: “I guess I don’t have what it takes to get aContinue reading “Half a Glass”
If Life Were a Painting, And I Were the Artist
by ST, 2019 If Life were a painting, and I the artist, what would I paint (assuming I had the ability)? A landscape? I do love landscapes, serene landscapes, and dramatic ones. I’m not sure all of life could be shown in a landscape—even if it were a collage. A still life? Such can beContinue reading “If Life Were a Painting, And I Were the Artist”
Grandma’s Gardens: A Parable of Life
by ST, 2019 A New Start A certain woman, a paralytic grandmother of 50, acquired a lot in a certain city, in a subdivision, with certain covenants. The lot appeared level, and was chosen for that reason. But by the time the foundation was dug and poured, it was no longer level, and required aContinue reading “Grandma’s Gardens: A Parable of Life”
Once, Upon a Time, So I Considered
by ST I did not choose the easy road, Though I saw it from my own, But what I wanted– A full and happy life– The easy road could not but loan. I sometimes chose the heavier load, And often felt I bore it alone, But what I needed– Charactered strength– The heavier load gaveContinue reading “Once, Upon a Time, So I Considered”
“And All These Things Shall Give Thee Experience”
by ST My childhood days are remembered a little faintly. Both happy times and foolish ways– I’d not return To re-live or change– I look forward, Even if a bit dubiously. Then came the years Of deciding what to be: Sampling enough of both good and evil Which fruits I tasted, I grew to knowContinue reading ““And All These Things Shall Give Thee Experience””
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