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The Young Men

24 Oct

My Take

DiVoran Lites

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Painting by DiVoran Lites

 

 

 

The boys aren’t children anymore,
Yet they race kites along the shore,
The splashing surf roars up, away,
While twilight steals across the bay.
So tall and strong and smart these two,
There is nothing they can’t do.
And so they string a three-tiered kite
And loop-the-loop into the night.
When tails get tangled, kites swoop down
To trail the sand along the ground.
In silhouette the men stand tall.
And, as the kite begins to fall,
They run to lift it, set it free,
Performing high for all to see
Against a burnt-sienna sky,
An acrobat a-flying high.
The boy’s are men now – how they grew!
And there’s just nothing they can’t do.

A Fair View

20 Oct

 

A Fair View…From a Volunteer

By Patricia Franklin

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DiVoran:

Our guest blogger, Patricia Franklin and her husband volunteered at the Colorado State Fair this year. These are her observations as seen in the Publication of Pikes Peak Citizens for Life newsletter:

I have been a volunteer at the  Pike’s Peak Citizens for Life booth for several years and would like to express what a positive impact it has had on visitors. This year, in fact, the display seemed to impress many people.

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For more fetal baby models see:

http://www.hh76.org/details.aspx?prod_id=1333

Men, women, families, teens, and children were all interested in the display. The children loved the models and loved seeing how a baby grows. Boys as well as girls, asked to hold the 12 week models. Pregnant moms were excited to see how big their own babies were. I was particularly surprised and heartened by the number of men who commented, thanked, and encouraged us.

A man approached the booth, picked up a couple of 12 week models, and handed them to his two teenaged girls. I gave them a brochure, he pointedly said to them, “Read that!” as he handed me a donation.

One young man came up with several of his friends, saw the models and repeated excitedly, “My baby is 11 weeks old! My baby is 11 weeks old!” He hurried back to find his wife and brought her over to look at the baby models. His friends thoroughly enjoyed his outburst and enthusiasm.

Some men had tears in their eyes. One man with his wife and two teenage sons stopped, looked, and tearfully said, “I thank God every day for my sons.”

Several people asked, “How can anyone abort a baby,” or commented, “God bless you for your work.” Some from past years stopped by to give a donation.

The video stopped people in their tracks. Even mothers who already had children were excited and surprised that the baby in the film was opening its mouth, yawning, and sucking its thumb right in the womb.

A couple of men and a woman hurried up just as we were closing for the evening. They thanked us, took our hands, and prayed with us.

There’s really no other public venue where people have access to this type of information, and they are so pleased and grateful that it’s right out there for them to see and share with family and friends.

I just wanted you to know what an impact Pike’s Peak Citizens for Life have made on people’s lives. For me it is a blessing to be a small part of this experience.

List of Pro-Life Organizations.

 

 

 

A Peck of Dirt

17 Oct

My Take

DiVoran Lites

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Small child
Kneeling in the dirt,
Making mud pies
To crunch and grind
Between your teeth,
And swallow.

 

Draw a hopscotch pattern in the dirt.
With a stick from off the playground.
Throw ancient, broken glass
Onto a hopscotch square,
Pick-up broken glass
Balanced on one leg.

 

Eighth grade softball
With the other kids.
On a dirt diamond.
Never miss a ball.
Sit on it if you must.
Everybody bathe on Saturday.

Gopher Tortoise

10 Oct

My Take

DiVoran Lites

gopher-tortooise

Oh, armored one with your:

Pointed beak,

Big Fat Tongue,

Long sharp claws,

Lumbering gait,

Tunnel master,

I just want to talk to you.

Don’t disappear

Into your shell.

Into your burrow.

Please come out

I won’t harm you,

Or the secret life you live.

Slow and so free.

 

Sugar Ants

3 Oct

My Take

DiVoran Lites

sugar-ants

 

As small as a 14 point period, they:
Forage in a line or a circle
Around any food particles
On the floor or inside a
Compost container, love:
Dried cat food on the floor,
Zip-bagged honey jars.

 

Please try to remember that:
Ants are enemies.
Remove from hot coffee with,
The corners of several tissues.
Sprinkle diatomaceous earth
On every new trail,
And caulk all holes and cracks.
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Clouds

26 Sep

My Take

DiVoran Lites

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Clouds of infinite and irreplaceable variety

Flowing and developing like a water-color painting.

Angry black clouds and Jesus rising from sleep to speak:

“Be still and know that I am God.”

Clouds with sunlight and silver linings.

Peace that passes understanding.

 

 

 

 

Horse

19 Sep

My Take

DiVoran Lites

 

 

3-horses

 

Herd animal, grazer,

Needs other horses

Or a goat

Or a dog

Or a gentle human

Big soft eyes

Long Eyelashes

Easy gait

Follows faithfully without complaint.

Long-legged foals.

Horse therapy.

Horse sense.

4-horses-by-water

Photography by Melody Hendrix

Bridget’s Mustang

12 Sep

My Take

DiVoran Lites

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Photography by Melody Hendrix

 
Trader come down the draw,

Truck, trailer, red cloud dust.

I saw he had a filly,

And own her, that I must.

 

“I’ll take that paint;” I say,

“It looks like she’s got soul.

I’ll get a stallion in,

Next year we’ll have a foal.”

 

“You keep an eye on her,

“She’s mustang through and through,

A wild one from the range.

Foal next year? Maybe two.

 

“You call me ‘bout that horse,”

The trader wasn’t done.

You need to talk ‘round here.

It’s all that makes life fun.

 

Christmas Park

5 Sep

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DiVoran Lites

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I danced once to a fiddle.

Bill smiled, the fiddle-man played.

I stepped and swirled in a picnic pavilion

No one else in the park

No one said a word

One fine day.

 

 

 

 

The Fountain of Youth

29 Aug

My Take

DiVoran Lites

fountain of youth

 

 

I would like:
To snorkel around the Fountain of Youth looking for friendly perch.
I would like:
To coast down a long, winding hill on a bicycle.
I would like:
To gallop across a prairie on an appaloosa.
I would like:
To dance the polka around a gymnasium floor.
I would like:
To share a banana-split at a soda-fountain.

 

But for now:
I see, hear, chew,
Smile, laugh, read,
Bake potatoes, make tea,
And slow-dance on shiny vinyl

 

I sing too:
“One Day at a Time”