Things I learned in High School

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When I think back on the things I learned

I wonder what fragment remains after sixty years

Math and Literature History and Civics

all are fading fast, but there is one skill

I use every day, creating this blog for you…

Typing skills remain

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Stamp Art Typewriter: Dwight L. Roth

d’Verse prompt for Quadrille Monday… type… or a form of the word.

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Sediments

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Today I worked on a lawnmower that would not run for a neighbor in our development. Some of you will recognize this as the carburetor bowl. As you can see it has dirt and sediments is mixed in with the gas. When the gas gets sucked through the carburetor to the cylinder those sediments clog up the jets and keep the gas from flowing, stalling out engine. Once the carburetor was cleaned and the gas tank drained, I added new gas and the engine started right up.

Summer lawns grow fast

Sediments keep mower stalled

Clean carb lets it run

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Distractions in life

Often stall relationships

Clean out sediments

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Dog Days of Summer

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August is like hump day for summer

Topping the hot rise of extreme temps

Starting the downhill chug into cooler weather

August is a month of anticipation

Vacation days coming to a close

as children and teachers anticipate

school opening sooner than they would like

August is anticlimactic in its celebrations

No fireworks, No flag waving, No Historic events

Even September gets Labor Day!

August is like the jet lag we feel

after a week’s visit from grandparents

Pleasantly exhausted, yet full of memories

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today, at d’Verse, Sanaa asked us to consider the lesser celebrated month of August. She asked us to write a poem reflecting on what memories we might have of this month.

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Chasing Windmills

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Slowly floating down the canal at Kinderdjik, we looked up amazed at the giant windmills. We were told that people lived in the windmills and there was a waiting list for those who wanted to live in one. It was a beautiful, serene site, the bank lined with reeds and ducks floating nearby.

About half-way down the row of Windmills, I looked up, surprised to see a young girl perched on small shelf peaking over the big steel wheel that turned the windmill into the wind. She seemed to find it interesting to watch all the tourists come and go wondering why they were so captivated by what she simply considered to be home.

As we approached, her mother, behind the reeds, was hanging their clothes on a line to dry. This is a much simpler life than most of us live. It is a wonderful place to come of age.

Looking up I see 

Girls’ shy eyes peering at us

Wash dries in sunshine

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Merril’s Monday prompt for d’Verse is Looking Up.  Join us at: https://dversepoets.com

Unexpected

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I painted this sunflower for our neighbor across the street a couple years ago. I was painting a different sunflower when Lois came by and said she wanted me to paint one just like it for her. It is a large 4′ x 4′ painting. She loved the colors and put it on an easel in her living room.

Sadly, we lost her to cancer a week ago. She was a beautiful person with a warm smile and welcoming spirit, just like the sunflower above. She will be missed.

Winter of life 

unexpected changes 

Seeds drop

Memories live on

Sunflowers bloom

Her spirit lives on

Painting: Dwight L. Roth

The Estuary of Life

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Even the river

flows across rocky rapids

crashes //churning white

thunders over rocky falls

Smooth flow continues

How many lifetimes

we have stayed in river’s flow

carrying life’s mud

eroding jagged edges

Then we drop it all

In the estuary of life

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Digital Woolly Worm

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I saw a green wooly worm today

sitting very still and pretty

Not your usual orange and black

but little itty-bitty

A digital worm I supposed,

from all those black antennae

I wondered what channel he listened to,

for there are so very many

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Quadrille day at d’Verse… the prompt is Wrap.  

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For more information on the American Dagger Moth click here:  

http://redandthepeanut.blogspot.com/2010/10/american-dagger-moth-caterpillar.html

https://content.ces.ncsu.edu/american-dagger-moth

 

Night Train

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Reading Kym Gordon Moore’s post about the *Little Red Caboose got my nostalgia going for another train post. The painting above is one I did almost ten years ago. The photo of the painting came out a little blurry, which I thought made the painting have an almost ghostly quality. The night train roaring through the blackness is a sight to behold.

Night Train

Black smoke blends with the foggy night

Night train roars on through mist

Full moon hides from the fury of fire and smoke

Fireman shovels coal into the bottomless pit

as the fire dragon swallows and snorts

Whistle pierces the darkness at each crossing

Midnight hour draws near as the engine roars on

through coal patches,

past coke ovens

lighting up hillsides like Jack-o-lanterns

Windows rattle as the old man snores

Kids hide beneath their cozy blankets

Birds huddle close in the branches

Ground shakes as cars rumble by

River gleams just over the bank as it races

the Pennsylvania Dragon to Pittsburgh

Night Train heads into the darkness

pulling a hundred coke cars behind

Warning light twinkles like the evening star

a Red Dwarf

on the back of the little red caboose

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Painting of the Night Train: Dwight L. Roth

*Read Kym’s poem here:

https://frombehindthepen.wordpress.com/2022/07/22/bringing-up-the-rear-%f0%9f%9a%82/#comment-18632