Some thoughts on the wall. America continues to debate the demand and dilemma of Trump’s wall. It is similar to the question asked by Robert Frost in his poem Mending Wall. The poem starts with the line, “Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,” and it ends with “Good fences make good neighbors.” Frost makes no distinction as to which is better. He leaves that to the reader to determine. Wherever we stand on building the wall, we must agree that the truth is…
Every so often I reflect on the many stories I’ve covered and written through the years to see if there is some salvageable lesson that might be valid in my understanding of life today. My reflections bring up a few memorable experiences and a couple of platitudes that elicit a smile, and even a few remembered inspirations for these troubled times. The unfortunate realization is that there were troubled times then and there are troubled times now, and I suspect there will always be turbulent…
A friend asked me the other day to speak at an upcoming event about the importance of theatre. My early life involved a lot of it. Plays and participation in the presentations. A youthful hope to be involved professionally and a quick realization that that was not my destiny. There is a lump in my heart for the lack of community interest in what is called “Little Theatre,” where non-professionals work with professionals and put on the freeing mask of pretend. The theatre is a…
A few years ago I had the pleasure of driving through Texas when the Bluebonnets were in bloom. It is a visual experience and one to behold. And since April is poetry month and nearly at its close, I present this poem in honor to both. The Bluebonnets and the poetry. Bluebonnets Bold © 2010 Rolland G. Smith Bold blossoms blue stand proud above their green, They grow in strength and know their light is seen By all who motor by or stop to gaze…