Trav's Thoughts

It's literally over the river and through the woods tomorrow, but to Mom's house instead of Gramma's. I just want to take a minute and wish everyone Happy Thanksgiving.

No 13 for tomorrow - I didn't have time to put it together. Instead, I'll leave you with my holiday thoughts. I wrote this poem many years ago.


MY FAVORITE TIME

Did you ever pause along the walk
to gaze above your head,
To turn your eyes toward white fluffy clouds
in a crisp blue sky?
Did you ever close your eyes
and partake of the cool clean breeze,
And imagine you could taste the smoky aromas
from summer's last cook outs?

That to me is September, my favorite time of year.

Did you ever open the front door
and dash back inside for a jacket,
Then stand shivering in the park
to see the subtle change of a season?
Did you ever watch the children run and laugh,
tramping through piles of leaves and mud puddles,
Squealing like mad little piglets,
dropping to lie breathless on the damp ground?

That to me is October, my favorite time of year.

Did you ever think you'd lose your innocence,
that unchecked joy at simple existence,
Or that wonder could become cynical
in a world turned away from the child?
Did you ever expect to come full circle,
as season follows season and winter returns,
To find a new humbleness, and a conviction that life,
with all its inanities, is indeed worth blessing?

That to me is November, my favorite time of year.

Perhaps to you clouds simply block the sun,
and the wind blows smoke in your eyes.
Perhaps the leaves clutter your yard,
perhaps children track mud through your house.
Perhaps you never had questions;
never wondered why a bee buzzed.
But on Christmas Eve you built a bicycle,
and tried to make tab a fit slot b.

That to me is December, my favorite time of all.


Enjoy the holiday y'all.