59 Chevy

1959 Black and White

Back then things were pretty much black and white

The TVs the schools and our 59 Chevy

Two little guys not a worry in the world

Cousins at play and pose for me today

One a redhead the other a blond

Rosy cheeks and full of giggles and hats that match

Great friends together sharing a common bond

It was a slower time no cellphone or computers

Just High School football cute cheerleaders

poodle skirts  Elvis and April Love

How fast we grow old as we look back and sigh

Remembering 1959 when we played outside

Batman and Robin were in black and  white

Superman and cartoons and  Jetson’s flight

Dick Tracy was a comic strip so was Ally Oop

Lone Ranger and Tonto gave us all a big whoop

Had so much fun as we screamed and shouted

Running through the woods with wild abandon

Daniel Boone Davy Crockett and coon skin caps

We learned just as much we were still just as smart

In our black and white world where we played all alone


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Center of My Universe


Center of My Universe

The universe revolves around me

No matter how I try to reach out

Or bring others in

It all comes back to me like it or not

Just when I thought it was my brain

Controlling the planets revolving round me

Instead it is my feet

Running to or away from

Climbing to new heights

Sinking into the depths

Of receding sand on the beach

Sometimes not moving at all

Where the feet go so goes my universe

Taking me to all places both good and bad

The brain might be my gyroscope

But my feet control

Where I will end up

What is the next step?


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Living Joyfully


Beach silloute

This is a poem I posted earlier that brought a lot of good response. I thought I would repost it for those of you who are new to my blog. I hope you enjoy it  as well.

          The Oil of Gladness

Ever try celebrating when no one cares?

A big event a great surprise

Yet no one seems phased

Inside you are jumping up and down

Outside you are sliding on a splintered board

The oil of gladness

A necessary part of healthy living

Sharing joy with those who rejoice

Finding well-earned success

The oil of gladness

Celebrating with the child who comes in second

Eating over baked cookies with a smile

Finding joy in the little things of life

The oil of gladness

Makes every day run smoother

Seals relationships with a lasting bond

Love begins and ends

With the oil of gladness

Beach silloute

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

The Beach has Soul


The Beach has Soul

Went to the beach today only a week into spring

Sunshine a cool breeze and no phone to ring

Drove three hours for a day of fun


I asked myself why we go through all this

But for her it‘s worth it a moment of bliss

Sand dunes with beach chairs lugged across



Better than summer I love this time of year

The waves are gentle the sky is clear

Low temps warm sun less people to deal with



Families know it’s all about kids

Shovels sandcastles and coolers with lids

Running and squealing with each cold wave



It is now seven-thirty see the sun’s orange hue

Can’t believe those kids are not turning blue

Three little ones still playing in the icy cold waves



The ocean’s beauty draws all to its shores

The beach has soul we keep coming back for more

Sunburns and jellyfish riptides and grit

Memories of fun we will never forget


Photos of Myrtle Beach, SC:  Dwight L. Roth


Wash Line Memories

Clothes on the line

Wash Line Memories

Lines strung across the yard to the apple tree

Electric pole and butternut make three

Held up in the middle with a big long prop

Just a long skinny pole with a nail in the top

Morning dew quickly takes leave

Clothes carried from the basement in a basket of weave

Wooden clothes pins in a bulging bag

Some have heads others squeeze to hold the rags

Shirts and underwear flap pretty as you please

Jeans and sheets hang carefree in the breeze

Neighbors next door see everything you wear

Back then it didn’t matter we didn’t give a care

Towels loose moisture but not their good smell

When you wash with Tide you know all is well

The best part of all are those wind blown sheets

Crawling in bed getting ready to sleep

There’s no better bed in the entire world

Than one just made with windblown sheets


Photo: Dwight L. Roth



Bad Dreams

Driving into the darkness

The fog closes in around me

I see nothing but pitch black

But I’m still moving

I look for a way to stop

Nothing seems to work

And I am still moving forward

Driving up the hill

The slope gets steeper and steeper

Two-Thirds of the way to the top

Cannot go any further

I stop stranded in mid-climb

Can’t turn around

Can’t back up

It is time for school to start

I am not in my classroom

All the students are there

I keep trying to find my way there

I never get there

I know I ‘m late in a panic

Can’t seem to find my way

What am I going to do

I wake up!!!

Head way back over my pillow

I’ve got to go to the bathroom

Nightmares go away

My heart is still beating wildly

Adrenalin still pumping

Eyes That See

Dwight at Okracoke

Eyes That See

Open the eyes of your mind

To see what is trying to peek in

Creativity begins there

Imagining seeing with an architect’s view

Grabbing the flicker coercing a flame

Starting with a glint creating a diamond

Open the eyes of you mind

Envision realities yet to be

Let them ruminate through the labyrinth

Collecting body forming a foundation

Visions of visions embedded in confidence

Evolving into being like the breath of God

Creating from nothing something of beauty

Seeing is believing with open eyes

Knowing what you see with your mind’s eye

Can become reality and form

Words you write can become visions

Inspiring others to see and believe

They too can create with open eyes


Photo: Ruth A. Roth



Frogs Will Soon Be Singing


 Frogs of Spring  

Shivering in the grip of winter

Avoiding the cold wind

I sit in my chair and remind myself

That soon this too will end


When the hoarfrost is gone

With the ever rising sun

The earth will thaw

The woods will ring

With a hauntingly familiar hum


A chorus of frogs

Singing their mating calls

Looking for one another

To celebrate the thaw


When I hear that song rising

In the cool clear air

I know spring is near

Flowers will soon be here


As frogs of spring shout out their joyous song

Joy springs in my heart

I know it won’t be long

Till with the frogs of spring

I too will sing along

With that symphony of joy by the woodland’s throng

Photo: Dwight L. Roth