Golf!

 

Golf! What a –game!

 

85°! Cerulean-sky! Puffy, white-clouds! The sweet-

smell of fresh-cut grass! The dimpled-ball teed-up!

A long-shafted driver coiled with potential-energy!

Muscles-taught to-spring kinetic-energy down the

long, narrow God’s emerald-green fairway seeding.

The manicured-green punctuated with a white-gonfalon

pinnacled with a breeze-wafted red-flag No.1! Wow!

 

Life - - - is…Good! Golf slathers sweet-icing on the life cake!

 

Delicious! - - - it absolutely-is… a fantastic-adventure!

 

Why? Does a game where one hits a little white-ball

as far as possible - - - only to chase it-down and, then,

hit it again…offer such “Peace-of-mind” satisfaction?

 

Hmm!? Well! Let’s just explore that-“fiction”

 

Could require some very-expensive psychoanalysis?

 

But, No! like everything in-life, it’s really quite-simple.

 

In-golf- - - the only-competition (like all-competition)…

is only with yourself! Always - - - “Do” your very…Best!

 

Amen!

Rainbows! Butterflies! & Unicorns!

 

Flutterby-Butterfly!

 

Deliciously-enhancing arch-rainbow subtle hues and

strikingly-bold color-beauty of the flower-garden comes

a plethora of dainty-flittering “Flutterby-Butterflies”!

 

Amen!

Halo! (Part 2 of 2)

 

Frustration and boredom led to-trouble; three of the-men

were arrested by the Military Police charged with robbery

and rape; they were intoxicated when apprehended in a closed-bistro

in the company of a young-woman who affected the-complaint.

 

For these-offenders - - - the war was-over… Leavenworth!

 

Any military hates a “black eye”! The P.R.-guys

covered-up and spun the-atrocity as best they-could.

 

So the-word came down from above: A pontification:

All-officers, downward in the chain-of-command, would

be held-liable for any further-“embarrassments” of the-army.

And, the-General ?- - - exempt from any-responsibility?!...Amen!

 

And so, the superiors clamped-down - - - Hard!...Fear-is

a wonderful motivator! Also, in one-day the order-came:

Move-out!

 

People often “Move-on” - - - trying to leave their troubles-

Behind… in-that, the army was no-different!

 

Bury-the dead! Hide-the-Truth! Begin a new-campaign!

 

Pops’ company was ordered to “Move-out” at noon the next-day.

 

On the morning of the eleventh-day in Gay-Paris, Pops

spent the last-penny of his meager cache.

 

When he knocked on the door across from the bridge with

the empty milk-bowl on the-stoop, he was burdened with four

large-sacks loaded with loaves of-bread, blocks of-cheese,

pastry-delicacies and four quarts of-milk. Praise-God!

 

Pops’-helmet glowed a golden-halo that day!

 

Amen!

Halo! I (Part 1 of 2)

 

Helmet “halo”-glow!   II

 

After 6 weeks fighting in France’s muddy fields, Pops

Finally, at last, got three-days rest in Gay-Paris! Wow!

 

The Allies were pushing the angry-Huns eastward, with

luck, hopefully, the-war would soon be-won and over. Hmm!

 

His helmet-glowed blue-white from an overhead-lamp

as-he stood on a bridge above the river-Seine. Pops

viewed the swift-flowing water, he reminisced about

the big-river back home and the creek behind the-barn

where he and his family crawfished Sunday afternoons.

 

A row of storefronts lined the river; above the myriad

commercial-establishments were 2^nd-story apartments.

Many served as “cribs” where delightful-mademoiselles

entertained lonesome GI’s. Pops-abstained, he had a-girl back-home.

 

At one of the doors located between commercial-enterprises,

Pops noticed a yellow-cat meowing to-be let-in. The-door

opened several-inches; Pops caught-sight of a slender, dark-

haired young-woman setting a-bowl before the-feline.

The hungry cat licked-greedily at the milk-contents.

 

The next-evening, Pops knocked at the door. “Dark-hair” “Merci!”

answered and Pops handed her two-quarts of-milk.

 

Orders-came - - - then-delays…new-orders…more-delays!?

 

Pops weathered the chaos in-stride; he’d been around long-

enough to have-learned to-endure, the younger-guys, who lived

a Hedonistic nether-world practiced-chaos, moaned and complained,

always outside earshot of any higher-authority in-rank.

 

Three-days in Paris grew to-five, -seven, and, finally-ten!

 

Pops spent time along the Seine, took in the-sights, bided his-

time, thankful for the-respite from the evil-Hell of-war.

 

His younger, and foolish, protégés suffered severe hangovers,

soon found their shallow-pockets empty. To add supreme-

insult to injury, the French-gals seemed less so-beautiful

after a week of-temptation and vacant-romance; also, their

affections and seductive-passion waned-quickly as the-money dried-up!

(Part 2 of 2 tomorrow)

 

Halo

 

Helmet “halo”-glow!   I

 

Lightning-flashes and thunder-booming echo-crescendos

shattered an evil-darkness as mean-intentioned-bullets

screamed-“Death” in a raging-battle; the flashes and earth-shaking

concussions were absent Mother-Nature, rather, resultant of

heavy artillery-shelling of a muddy-“Hell” battlefield. Evil!

 

Steel-helmets glowed like a-cache of sparkling-diamonds in the

midnight-cosmos reflecting illuminations from artillery-bursts

highlighting the battlefield like silver mushrooms on some fantasy-

fauna-flora pine-meadow. But - - -evil-Death…knows no-humor.

 

Pops, so-nicknamed by the “boys” aged 19 and 20, because

he was an ancient “34”! buried his unshaven-face in the

slimy, cold mud of a French-field while clutching his

government-issue rifle beneath his-body and pressing

his steel-helmet tight against his-skull with a free-hand.

 

A seeming-lifetime later, in actuality, only 2 ½  hours, a

pink-blush hint-of-dawn teased the eastern-horizon.

 

The onslaught-ceased with day’s new-risen sun! Scary-Quiet!

 

Pops reached for his-canteen, took several-swallows;

the tepid liquid cool on his parched-throat. Ahh!

 

Daring to raise his head, Pops surveyed the-carnage. He-cried hot-tears!

 

Stumbling-forward, he spied a dead-bird, buried-it, placed a rock on-it.

 

Onward, Pops - - - and, the boys…marched, as the-dead, into their-future.

 

Amen!

Winter-dusk!

 

Winter-dusk!

 

Supper is generally on the table around 5:30pm on the-farm

Tasty! And, filling! Satiating-hunger like an earned-reward.

In the short-day months cold with frosty-temps freezing

ponds and offering several-inches of snow or even the

occasionally-rare ice-storm Spectacular! The wild of

a-forest invites the intrepid-curious to-visit the wiles of-dark.

A winter-dusk stroll o’re field-hill and dale to-settle

Mamma’s pork-chop meal satisfies better than-dessert.

The afternoon sharp-wind lays-down as the fleeing-

sun leaves on a telltale hinted-glow on the western-horizon;

 soft as the purple-dusk, a comfort “whisper-wind”

caresses-softly away the labor-toils of a “Good”-day spent.

Night chases light away, winning the battle for-dark.

In the first-night, eyes adjust quickly to the tree-shadows;

in a blend of mid-night abyss and imagination,

the dark “lives”; and, lucky-I become part and parcel of

 a-magic sure and true as any-dream of Rainbows! Butterflies!

and Unicorns! A satiated-spirit” sees and becomes-one

with the dark-delights of restful-night.

I catch a fleeting-glimpse of a flickering “white-flag”

fleeing the human-interloper as a whitetail

springs away swallowed by his-cohort, the dark-night!

And, with that sacred-blessing “Luck!” - - - I-am… alive!

 

Amen!

Love you!

 

So-Glad You Love-Me!

 

Just how lucky-blessed can one-man-be?

I’m so-glad you chose to-share your Love with-me

 

Funny! Or strange? The manner in-which things work-out

Makes a curious-guy wonder just what it’s all-about

 

The town-beauty called out, “Hey! Big boy!”

Won me-heart that-day! Love-blossomed toward eternal-joy

 

Candy-girl! So pretty and sweet like-honey

turns any-day rain-clouds quick-vanish to golden-sunny

 

Often this mind-wonders outside the wonder-ways of-life

In every-case, if we follow His-plan Love is absent-strife

 

Thank-you! My-Dear! I’m so very-proud you love-me

Thee satiates me-spirit fostering a space-time of- Happy

 

And, ”I love-you!” more than-life beyond the cosmos-wide

Come what-may - - - and, will - - - Success! Always-by my-side

 

Forever - - - plus just one more-day…Eternal! Thy-Love!

All any need-do is simply follow His sacred-plan from above

 

Amen!