HONDA CHARITY RIDE (BSA)

Worked the BSA area for the Honda Charity Ride for Veterans, first time without one of my boys present too. Sad for me, but felt I should. In bottom pic you can see my coffee station in lower right corner.

VERONA'S JULIET

VERONA'S JULIET

So many visitors have rubbed her face
And other invasions of personal space
So now she’s in Castelvecchio’ museum
No more touching, you can only see them;
Such bronze and beauty one can’t replace.

MORNING hawk (haiku)

MORNING HAWK

He sat majestic
Upon steeple, surveying
Eternal domain.

NIGHT

Nighttime has no face,
And so, no need to replace
This light with shadow.

WE KNOW

Why are so many surprised,
While others feign disbelief
That this terrible president
Flouts our sacred laws and
Our Constitution, that he
swore to uphold?
We knew who he was
From the beginning, and
He hasn’t changed,
even a little.
Children separated,
Journalists murdered,
Minorities insulted,
Farmers and business hurt
Poor suffering,
Foreign leaders bullied,
Kurds forsaken,
And so many more
Know exactly who he is.

AIRMAN CHIMO TIDD

I HOPE

Were his lifetime memories
Still vibrant in his soul,
As the ravages of time
Took its terrible toll?
Did his hikes and camping trips
Remain somewhere inside?
And his submarine service
Yet give eternal pride?
Were his wives and children too
Alive in aging mind,
Boy Scout deeds and mountain trips,
Adventures of all kind.
Old relatives and folk still here,
Their loving prayers out loud,
Hope that they came back to him
When he reached pearly cloud.