All posts by rgsmith

The Squall

It was a gray sky, then dark and darker as the squall line approached my small river valley. It spilled over a distant ridge with flashes of light and the echoes of thunder. The wind and rain started intermittently and slowly increased in intensity. The cherry blossoms outside my window felt the rain first. Each blossom bounced and shook as raindrops hit them from above. The rain pounced. Each blossom was becoming a pink faucet in a surreal painting from Dali. Within a few minutes,…

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My Day

The dichotomy of life  yesterday. I sat on the front porch watching a house Wren move in an out of her rafter-safe nest and then settle down to hatch her family. It was wonderful. I came inside where the television was on, and I heard about President Trump’s lawyer touting his closeness to the President and why companies should hire him. I listened and then left. I went outside to the back deck. I had cleaned it from winter’s debris and dusted off the cushions,…

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Military Academies

I won’t be there next week when West Point graduates toss their hats in the air, but I was there years ago to see the pomp and celebration of four years of accomplishment for the young men and women of West Point. I have also lectured at the Air Force Academy and was impressed with the collective as well as the individual dedication of the cadets and instructors. All of the service academies graduations engender a spectacular ceremony that wells with emotion and precipitates deep…

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Spring’s Surprise

Yesterday I sat in an easy chair on the back deck. Spring zephyrs nudged the newly leafed trees to wiggle and stretched the winter kinks out of their limbs and branches. I felt a sense of peace in my conscience meditation. My muse was present too. Springs Surprise ©2018 Rolland G. Smith Do we not know they are like us; Our friends the trees of many kinds. Why is it man will just not trust The truths we know within our minds. Each tree and…

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