Our Narrow Perspective

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Blinders…
Amish buggy clopping down the road
Horse looking straight ahead pulling her load
Not seeing side to side // distractions might scare
Blinders shading each eye // make her unaware.
On down the road and into the barn
Knows her place // she always goes home
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Just like us clopping down the road
Choosing our blinders pulling our load;
Refusing to see what’s all around us.
Distractions might scare us // the news might blind us
Tell us we might be wrong // or twist our thinking
With all our choices, it could drive us to drinking
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As long as we can see straight ahead
We stay on course knowing we’re lead…
Down the road of our personal choosing;
We forge ahead even though we’re losing.
Unlike the horse, who must wear her blinders
We choose to ignore reality’s reminders

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

With the new election year coming up, I thought this little rerun jab might wake us up!

Clip-Clop Ride

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In my father-in-law’s things, after he died, we found some sketches he had done some years earlier. This Amish buggy was perfectly drawn down to the minute details. Our d’verse prompt today from Bjorn, is to use onomatopoeia  to create a poem. These are words that sound like they are spoken. I decided to use Dad’s Amish buggy to make my poem. The onomatopoeia words are in italics.

Clip Clop Ride

Amish buggy // wheels rattling against pavement

Rolling down the road // slowing down traffic

Thwack of the reins on the horses back

Trotting down the road to town and back

Rolling past fields with mooing cows

And a farmer feeding his pregnant sows

Little girls sitting in back with their brothers

Avoiding tourists with cameras and snapping shutters

Home again past their barn full of hay

And the cackle of chickens as they scratch and play

A unique life style frozen in time

Quite a different choice from yours and mine

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Sketch: Paul White

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Fall in Lancaster County

 

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When we were in Pennsylvania a few weeks ago for a funeral, I snapped photos from the car as we drove down the back country roads of Lancaster County. The farmers were cutting corn and filling silos for the winter. It was a beautiful site to ride through the rural country side and enjoy the views as we traveled.  Poetry in motion….No words needed!

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Photo #1 Ruth A. Roth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blinders

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Unlike the horse in the photo, we choose the blinders that we wear. Setting our course straight ahead it is easy to ignore the things around us. We choose our neighborhood, our schools for our children, our religion, and our politics that suits our thinking. We believe we are right and others who are different from us are wrong.  We avoid the things that make us uncomfortable or challenge our thinking. As I wrote in an earlier poem, we often seek comfort over truth.

Blinders

Amish buggy clopping down the road

Horse looking straight ahead pulling her load

Not seeing side to side distractions might scare

Blinders on each eye make her unaware

On down the road and into the barn

Knows her place she always goes home

Just like us clopping down the road

Choosing our blinders pulling our load

Refusing to see what’s all around us

Distractions might scare us the news might blind us

Tell us we might be wrong in our thinking

With all our choices could drive us to drinking

As long as we can see straight ahead

We stay on course knowing we’re lead

Down the road of our personal choosing

We forge ahead even though we’re loosing

Unlike the horse who must wear her blinders

We choose to ignore all of our reminders

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Photo of Pennsylvania Amish Horse and Buggy – Dwight L. Roth