We had a tree
on the Five Points
surgically removed
on a hot and steamy day
Wednesday
7-17-13
It appeared healthy
but in the thinning out
of things downtown
maybe it had to go?
Timber!
there it goes!
What's coming for downtown Waukesha?
Questions posed by warring factions
varying weather reports
varying weather reports
cloud the atmosphere
at times
But we are hopeful
and look for the ultimate V (...-)
and look for the ultimate V (...-)
Peace in the neighborhood
by Paul MCCartney
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To SRN:
Seeing
Sir Paul live was an experience. So glad we talked ourselves into it when we
heard tickets were going on sale months ago. That boy certainly doesn’t need to
be touring at this stage of his life. He must enjoy doing it, is all we can
figure. And that’s exactly how the entire show felt. We got the impression that
he feels he owes it to us to be entertained and he was happy to do it. As
quickly as they transitioned from one song to the next, he still took time to
joke and tell little stories about playing for and with Hendrix, Clapton, etc.
He reminded us to tell our family and friends we love them as often as we can,
as he regrets not saying so to John one more time. He played for three hours
straight without a break in 100° heat, although I’m sure they were blowing what
cold air they could on the stage. And even when his band did take a break, he
continued to play acoustic sets alone with his guitar or piano. He may have lost
just a tad of high range, but his voice is just as clear and wonderful as ever.
How does he do it? It was quite amazing.
Love
you all!
DAVID LEE DIX JR.
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Baccalaureate Hymn
6-14-08
Earth was given as a garden, cradle for humanity;
Tree of life and tree of knowledge placed for our discovery.
Here was home for all your creatures born of land and sky and sea;
All created in your image, all to live in harmony.
Show to us again the garden where all life flows fresh and free.
Gently guide your sons and daughters into full maturity.
Teach us how to trust each other, how to use for good our power,
How to touch the earth with rev'rence. Then once more will Eden flower.
Bless the earth and all your children, one creation makes us whole,
Interwoven, all connected, planet wide and in most soul.
Holy mother, life bestowing, bid our waste and warfare cease.
Fill us all with grace o'er flowing. Teach us how to live in peace.
[Words: Roberta Bard (b. 1940); Music Rowland Hugh Prichard (1811-1887)]
That was the peace theme
sung at daughter Erin's graduation
from Lawrence University in June of 08
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Avalon puzzle-worker
Puzzle Dust
When the final piece is lifted and set in place,
completing the field,
filling the hole
in a grove of trees, a jagged gap
in the ocean or the
flat, black sky.
When the scene is whole before me:
tiny men, arms thin as
wicks, walking
briskly along a gray rain-riven street,
the woman bent to
her dog under an awning,
his wet head held up with trust,
one white paw in
her hand, tip
of his tail I kept trying all day
to press into the starry
night, ruffled
hem of her blown-up skirt
that never fit into the distant
waves
breaking along the shore,
and the bridge, its rickrack of steel
girders
I thought were train tracks or a fallen fence,
when it all, at
last, makes sense, a vast
satisfaction fills me: the mossy
boulders,
pleasing in their eternal random piles,
the river eased around
them, green
with its fever to reach the sea,
a ragged bunch of flowers
gathered
from the hills I've locked together,
edge to edge, and placed in
a glittering vase
behind a window streaked with rain
which the child in
his woolen cap
looks into: boxes of candy wrapped
and displayed, desire
burning
in his belly, precursor to the fire
that could have broken his
small heart
open like a coal someday
in his future, which for him
is
nothing but this empty box
layered with a fine dust, the stuff
from which
he was born and will
die into, carried, weightless,
to summer's open
door
where I bang my hand against
the cardboard, watch the
particles,
like chaff or ashes, vanish in wind.