The Tie That Binds


Blest Be The Tie That Binds

“She did what?” “Oh, “How funny!”
“Did she get hurt?” “How did she get out?”

An evening of food, fun, and music
Church dinners are always delicious
Fat and happy, we gathered under the trees
A hymn sing began as guitars twanged
Dusk was upon us // crackling fire warmed s’mores

Everyone brought lawn chairs of various kinds
I brought a couple of old ones for my wife and me
Crisscrossed webbing with screw in each web
Had done them myself… many years ago

Calling out hymns to sing // sitting around the fire
Then came the call for “Blest Be the Tie That Binds”
Chord was strummed // the song begun
When out of the blue her webbing snapped
Too many years of wear came suddenly to an end

When I looked over… there she was
Nose on her knees and butt in the grass
Priceless shocked look on her face
Music interrupted everyone howled with laughter
Captured moment // frozen in place …

Finally someone gave her a hand…helping her stand
The sing along ended //darkness was upon us
But to this day when we sing “Blest Be the Tie That Binds”
It always brings a smile


Photo: Dwight L. Roth –  Hymn Book

Our prompt today at d”Verse Poets Pub is to write a poem about a humorous event that occurred in our family. Hope you enjoy this one.  Come join us at:



Hot Rain

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Hot Rain (a Quadrille)
Specular is the word
If you are into hot rain
Eerily beautiful
Rain from below
Spews forth
Deadly mouth of halitosis
Voluptuous belches
Flooding the landscape
Creeping into neighbors’ yards
Red hot lava bombs
Shooting into the sky
Raining down
Pimples popping
On Kilauea

Kim at d’verse asked us to write a Quadrille of exactly 44 words, using the word rain. I decided to write about the lava raining down on the big island of Hawaii as Kilauea this week. Come join us at:



Massanutten Peak


In the heart of the Shenandoah Valley and the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia is Massanutten Peak. Forty eight years ago I attended college in Harrisonburg, Virginia and enjoyed this view from our campus. A couple of weeks ago I went back to attend a memorial service. In the evening, I walked to the top of the hill and sat on a bench next to the water tower,  and watched the light change in the early evening. Here are some of the changes that took place.











Photos:Dwight L. Roth

Pushing summer


Spring rains this month have turned everything green. Gardens and fields are well established for the upcoming summer. My potatoes are coming along very well. It won’t be long until the heat of summer is upon us.


Spring rains bring lush green

Summer’s knocking at our door

Potatoes jumping


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Frank Tassone asked us to look at the transitions from spring to summer.

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#Haikai Challenge #34 (5/19/18): Passing Spring (yuku haru) … #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

Voyeurs of Pain


What does one do when this car is parked in your neighborhood? No HOA restriction for putting assassin on your bumper.  Who would dream anyone would even do that? Perhaps this is part of the problem in our society. We tend to accept anything anyone wants to do, and then we pretend to be shocked with shootings happen in our schools.

Another shooting in another school today

Student taking other students lives

Police close in // take him captive

News hounds soon follow

Before the smoke even clears

Traumatized students // cameras in their face

Ridiculous questions like, “How does this make your feel?”

No shame // media wants details

Police give media shooter’s mug shot

Shooter’s photo broadcast around the world

Why does anyone need to see his face?

Police tell how bombs were made

Next shooter out there takes notes


Photo: Dwight L. Roth  (drive-by shot)


Alfalfa Hay

baling hay


What is that wonderful smell

Drifting from field to window

Driving through the Pennsylvania countryside?

It is the smell of new mown hay…

Alfalfa drying in the summer sunshine.

Aroma like mint tea leaves crushed between fingers

Overpowering the rich smells coming from

The cow manure flying from the spreader

Still pulled by Amish horses a century later.

Alfalfa hay raked and baled filling hay mows…

Favorite of cows and heifers on cold winter days.

Green turned to white and hauled away

In a bulk tank truck for our breakfast table


Photo: from the family album

At d’Verse poetry group today Bjorn asked that we think about scents in our poetry today. Having worked on my uncle’s farm for five summers as a teenager, I have a great appreciation for the scent of new mown hay. Alfalfa was the hay of choice in Pennsylvania. This smell always takes me back to the farming days of the early 1960s. The photo above comes from that era.

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Spring Around the World

AppleBlossom - Inge Wesdijk


Spring arrives in the northern hemisphere all around the globe.  I was communicating with Inge Wesdijk today, who lives in the Netherlands. She works with Karen O’Leary to edit Whispers. an online poetry publication. Poets from all over the world contribute to it.  She saw that I enjoy photographing flowers to put on my blog, so she sent me this beautiful photo of Spring apple blossoms in the Netherlands. She graciously allow me to use it on my blog, so this Tanka is for her.

Spring apple blossoms

Sweet fragrance to sweet taste

Rewards worth waiting 

Around the world they’re blooming

Fragile flowers // friends to bees


Photo contributed by: Inge Wesdijk, Poetry Editor for Whispers

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A Hershey Bar Day


A Hershey Bar Day

Cousin Doug’s Pay Day came today

After sixty plus years //and minus a few sweet curls.

He was a cute baby perched on the hood

Munching that cookie in his little Butter Fingers

Birthdays come and go each year

Chuckles for some // Snickers for others

But for us who are seniors // we get no Kix

Awaiting our preplanned Milky Way trip

Birthdays // reminders of times gone by

Living on Fifth Avenue next to old Mr. Goodbar

Just down the street from the neighborhood Mars Bar

Screaming Baby Ruth was really adorable

Oh, Henry // He was a pistol with the boys next door

Those 3 Musketeers  are chasing Kit Kat again

Till she coughed up that hairball of Charleston Chew

Our knees now Krackle and our stomachs Mound

As we count the years Twix  fat and thin

For better and for worse // we have no choice

Waiting for that birthday to come around again


Photo:  from our Family Album

Today Lillian, at d’Verse suggested we “noodle” with candy bar names and write them into a poem. We had the choice of Candy, Perfume, or Cereal. Since this was my cousin Doug’s birthday today I decided to include him in my fictional poem. How many candy bars can you count in my poem?

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Three Day Quote Challenge  –  Day #3


“Not all those who wander/ (wonder) are lost.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Read more quotes from J.R.R. Tolkien


I would like to thank Kiniwana for nominating me for the Three Day Quote Challenge.

Today I am nominating:

Rules:  (should you choose to accept this challenge)

Thanks the person who nominated you.

Post a quote every day for three consecutive days

Nominate three others each day

Being Real

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 Three Day Quote Challenge  –  Day #2

In Margery Williams book the Velveteen Rabbit, she captures what being real means in her children’s story.

“What is Real?”  Asked the rabbit one day. “Does it mean

            having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”


“Real isn’t how you are made”, said the Skin Horse. understand.”

“It’s a thing that happens to you…. It doesn’t happen all at once.

You become.  It takes a long time . Generally by the time you are

Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and

you get loose in the joints and very shabby.  But these things don’t

matter at all, because once you are Real, you can’t be ugly, except to

         the people who don’t know you.”



I would like to thank Kiniwana for nominating me for the Three Day Quote Challenge.


Today I am nominating:

Rules:  (should you choose to accept this challenge)

Thanks the person who nominated you.

Post a quote every day for three consecutive days

Nominate three others each day


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