Just some thoughts...

Every day, as I write Poetiquejustis, I pray it will be a blessing to someone.
Today, I hope it is you.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Mowing Down Memory Lane

The fragrance of the grass speaks to me
and my heart soars
Chief Dan George

I live in California now, so spring does not mean quite what it did back East
It pretty much always looks this way
I am not complaining but

Back East, the coming of Spring meant something

Like going barefoot

Buttercups and dandelions

And my dad mowing the grass

I still cannot smell newly mowed grass without thinking of him with his old U S Navy ballcap
and a look of complete concentration as he made those rows perfect

My Dad was a renowned scientist, but this was where he put his heart -
in to his home and to his yard and in to his family.
Because we were a military family, we moved often
But Dad always made our yard special

Walt Whitman said:
I believe a leaf of grass is no less then the journey work of the stars

Dad agreed
and so do I
and that's poetiquejustis
The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field
Psalm 103:15