WORDS ARE PEOPLE'S DREAMS
It's
been awhile. I've been warming up on Facebook as I approach some
posts, close to where I left off, when I planned to return and post
mostly here again, rather than FB. Looking for one special photo to
memorialize Beau got me going through pre-computer, pre-house photos
around 1998-2007 as I picked up when i got the computer and my old
photo albums go through around 2000. FB post describes the envelope of
mementos collected by Dad, and apparently my first book, illustrated,
undated. Without the photos and lettering it does not have the same
impact looking at it nor the geometrical design. But I will reprint to
memorialize here, circa 8th grade?
Words are people's DREAMS by Brock Evans
There was a time when I was young,
not caring about anything but having fun.
All I cared about was playing,
not worrying about my grades or school.
Rolling about on the majestic hills was most fun,
not thinking just playing.
I didn't care when my dog bit my brother,
not thinking just playing.
I didn't care when my dog bit my brother,
But boy did it hurt when I slammed the car door on my finger.
But I still had fun.
As I sit here thinking back, I realize how I relished my youth.
But time has taken its course, and here I sit grown out of my youth,
like a butterfly broken out of its shell.
I shall still have fun, but in a different way.
ONCE UPON A GRAPEFRUIT
I am a grapefruit.
Like most ordinary grapefruit, I am sour like a lemon. Some people
don't like me because of my taste, though they are attracted by my
beautiful yellow skin, which is as bright as the sun. As you know, I am
tanned all my life by father sun until my fateful day. I am round like
mother earth and, I am pleased to say, am juicier than my enemy, the
orange and have more seeds than that foe of mine, the apple. I am
bigger than both the applie and the orange and, in my opinion, taste
much, much better than any other fruit in the whole world.
DID YOU EVER HAVE TO MAKE UP YOUR MIND?
the above was one
page, the letters in the shape of a question mark, surrounded by
question marks in different colors. from a favorite song of the era.
last page, perhaps taken from the book "Profiles in Courage", which I remember reading.:
"The
stories of past courage can define that ingredient. They can teach,
they can offer hope, they can provide inspiration. But they cannot
supply courage itself. For this each man must look into his own soul." JFK
So
now for my present day interjections. I don't remember being so
carefree, and perhaps the notion of looking back at my youth at perhaps
the age of 11 more or less alludes to that, but one feels so "old" or at
least much "older" in that phase from middle school to high school. I
am pretty sure this is pre-high school. I was thinking already when I
return to the blog post-Beau reminisces, I was going to write about my
first memories, which are of politics, fairness and equity, I thought of
calling "Born This Way", serious from the beginning, my first protests
during kindergarten being against God, Jesus Christ, and/or the Catholic
Church, then my parents. You'll just have to wait for more. Then I
was going to detail my political history and support of specific
candidates.
I still hate to make up my mind and choose.
I
googled "Once Upon A Grapefruit" to see if I copied it from somewhere
but nothing came up. I don't particularly remember liking grapefruit
but maybe the theme was part of the assignment. Interesting how a
grapefruit tree is the most noteable feature in my back yard, in the
exact center, the largest and most prolific tree. I get more
grapefruits than any other.
And
I found again a draft i thought i lost that I also found part of on
google +, which starts with Beau but ends up with results of my search
for the writer of 2 particular songs that I caught my attention at the
time, that were already familiar to me but I was hearing in a new way.
And each author had the most interesting history I can't wait to share
it. Until then, I have more searching to do and more personal history
to explore.
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