Pop’s Garden

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Sunday is Father’s day. I was blessed with a loving caring father and mother in my family. We did not have much money, so raising a garden was not a hobby, like it is for me, it was a necessity.  We always had a large beautiful garden. The farmer over the hill let us use his tractor to plow and turn over the soil each year. Then we would get the disc to break it up. I loved running barefoot through the rich black soil. We raised chickens and the chicken manure was recycled into the garden which enriched the soil and made wonderful vegetables. I will always be grateful to him for showing me these gardening skills. He died in 1982 at the age of 70, but his legacy lives on.
Pop loved to garden
Knew the value of good manure
Soil rich and dark with compost
Raised enough to last through the winter
Mom canned and froze our garden veggies
Green beans, peas, corn, and tomatoes
Incomparable taste // rich in vitamins
Instilled in me a love of gardening


He loved helping me dig my potatoes
Proud to see the values of gardening passed on
Wish I could show him my tomatoes this year
Thank you, Pop!  I miss you…


Photo: Dwight L. Roth


Summer Colors

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It is wonderful to see all the birds in the summer feathers. Bright colors are in vogue again for this year. Very striking as they flash in the sunshine!

Daily search for food

Hanging on as suet cake spins

Summer colors bright


Photo: Dwight L. Roth



Tomato in my garden (2)

Springtime smiling green
Tomatoes heavy on the vine
Shining in the sun
Swollen flesh pumped full
Rainwater fills every space
Face tanned by the sun
Chameleon turns
Green to blushing red cheeks
Smiling in the sun
Seduction draws me
Sinking my teeth in your flesh
Juice drips off my chin

My tomato photo taken this morning: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Frank Tassone discussed the Imaginism style of writing poetry, where the subject is described with detailed imagery.  He asked us to write in Free Verse or a series of Haiku. I love writing Haiku so I chose that format.

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Learning From Children

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Racism, hate, and discrimination are all  learned from the example of adults who show these attitudes. Children don’t think about skin color or ethnic roots. They just see one another  as God sees us, full of love and acceptance. Perhaps adults could learn a lesson from their children.

Sweet friends full of love

Not bothered by skin color

Love begins at home


Photo: Dwight L. Roth


What We All Seek

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So many people
all with differing views
in our changing world
looking for love and kindness
Seeking Authenticity
Some seek their truth
Answers that define us all
Uniqueness shines through
Reveals how different we are
Seeking Authenticity
So many voices
lost in the thundering roar
crying to be heard
claiming their place in the world
Seeking Authenticity
We are a mix
like it or not // here to stay
Proud of who we are
As the wheels… go round and round
Seeking Authenticity

My Zinnia Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Anmol shared that in the midst of all that is going on, June is Gay Pride month. He asked us to write a poem that relates to this. I decided to look at what I feels is the motivating factor underlying all that is happening, and that, I believe, is being recognized as authentic! I decided to use the Tanka form for this poem, and do several stanzas.

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Pallet Drums

Pallet Drum

When the economy was in a down turn and business bottomed out, the sales at the siding warehouse where I worked slowed down as well. During the down times I passed the time taking apart pallets and using the wood to make a variety of things from porch swings to drums.  It was a fun challenge to see what could come up with. I made a set of two bongo type drums and then a set of three for a friend. I got cowhide from a local saddle shop for my tops.

Repurposed oak pallets filled with life
Vibrations echo from tiny caverns
Each one unique
Pallets cleaned and strips cut;
all with a slight bevel
Glued together into cylinders
Cowhide stretched across the top
Stapled and tacked for durability
Rhythms echo for years to come



Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Mish shared here experience with Native American drum making. She asked us to use the word drum for our Quadrille of exactly 44 words.

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Widening Circles

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I am just a stone skipping // making widening circles in the pond of life
I used to be a light flat stone skipping across the water // then dipping in
Circles spreading their affects on everything around
Some people make a big splash to send out widening circles
I want to be the one who skips across the pond
Now, I ‘m on my seventh hop before I drop to the bottom!
Widening Circles spread and then level out

Photo: Paul H.White

Calling Lake, Alberta  Canada


Full Circle

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When I was young the world was small
A circle of family and friends // was all
As my world expanded my eyes were opened
To a much bigger world // harsh, cruel, and broken
Full of people who use you for personal gain
Not so concerned about your personal pain
Success and survival brought joy and heartaches
And part-time friends who left in the home stretch
Through years filled with life’s interactions
Family and friends brought more satisfaction
And into a small small world I withdrew
Valuing people who cared and really knew
The importance of family // the joy of dear friends
A wonderful bond that never ends

Photo: Dwight L. Roth