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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Morning Glories glow
Smiling duet shines brightly
Soon fade as seeds drop
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
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
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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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
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Merril’s Monday prompt for d’Verse is Looking Up. Join us at: https://dversepoets.com
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