NaPoWriMo 2021, Day Three - Red Roses

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First Rose of Spring 

A glance over the dismal scene 

Often done with sad remembrance 

The cold winter's brutal visit 

A flicker of red caught my eye 

The red roses survived the freeze 

Loyally stood up to the blast 

And now a new flower persists 

Omen to red roses always 

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Red Roses a symbol of sweet love 

Roses of red I love you always 

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 - I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month.  Today is Day Four of the 30, you can see my progress here, NaPoWriMo 2021.

 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved  

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo (National Poem Writing Month) Day Three for prompt ideas, pick a worded card, mine was a stacked deal, Roses came up.  Read more at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-three-7/  

 - I also linked it to Magaly Guerrero at the Writers Pantry 64,  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/04/writers-pantry-64-librarians-are-magic.html?m=1 

NaPoWriMo 2021, Day Two

yesterday (2006) on our walk

The road not taken 

Times were tough that year and I was laid off 

Not exactly "laid off" as such but with 

letter, lay-off letter, in hand 

I was a good worker 

So four of us went to Philly 

with our letters in hand 

People at Headquarters there 

didn't know New Hampshire 

was laying off 

We four engineers had letters in hand 

gave them to IR 

without much promise 

I was a good worker 

Then we went trudging back to N.H. 

hoping for a miracle 

That Monday we were called in 

with nothing said about our HQ visit 

we were told we still had our jobs 

There would be more layoffs 

but with different criteria 

I was a good worker 

A couple of weeks later  I was called in 

and asked if I wanted to go to Houston 

I was a good worker 

I would be helping to oversee installation of the equipment 

in the NASA Houston Control Center 

(of "Houston, we've go a problem" fame)

So I moved 

family in tow 

Loved seeing the Cherry Blossoms in Washington D.C.

I was a good worker 

There I stayed fourteen years 

Aerospace Engineer working in 

the Mission Control Center 

During missions I was Skylab 

"Electrical Control" or "Environmental Control"

I had seen their marked up copy of my Resume 

in bright Red was encircled one word 

"Digital" 

I was a good worker

Had I stayed north perhaps State Farm would 

have accepted my application work-up 

as being an Insurance Agent (??)

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Note:  A similar event, not a lay-off but job change, had occurred at my Army year-long Electronics, Radar, and Computer Nike Hercules Missile school opportunity, my discharge, my college graduation with advanced degree, running for political office, and finally retirement.  All seemed to be the right choices for my roads to take.  And, I was a good worker. 

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 - Poem and , Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo Copyright 2006 http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=fork+in+the+road and 2009 http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-single-impression-fork-in-road.html 

 - I am linked to NaPoWriMo for prompt theme and for poem deposit, at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-two-8/ 

 - NaPoWriMo prompt,  "Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about your own road not token – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had you made a different choice." 

NaPoWriMo 2021, Day One

Kneeling Female Figure

15th–early 16th century

Atec

 On view at The Met Fifth Avenue in Gallery 358 (Read more here) 

Little Old Lady; my LOL

She sits on my desk all day and night

She's inspiration for me to write 

Paid ten dollars for her, she's all mine 

Small Mexican boy with such a find 

Buried 'neath backyard silt quite some time 

That was his story I didn't mind 

Lady of rust you're patient and kind 

In you I trust theme meter and rhyme 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked for photo prompt to NaPoWriMo 2021, Day One,  https://www.napowrimo.net/day-one-3/ 

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Weekly Scribblings -- A Boyhood Place

 The Tree 

 

The tree stood proudly out behind the house 

Ropes hung from the bows, had tires attached 

Homemade swings were made by the larger boys 

Later in life my tree house, way up high 

If you had the password you could come up 

Up and read or tell stories with the kids 

Passing time and abandonment ruins 

Ruins all the pleasures of childhood toys 

Tree houses and swings left to rot decay 

They're not safe to swing or to climb up high 

And then when everyone has moved to town 

Or passed away the country place is sold 

The new owner cares not and doesn't know 

childhood play memories he doesn't have 

The now old tree is bulldozed to his pile 

And on a windless day it's all set fire 

Note:  This is the house I was born in and lived in until I left for college.  It had two bedrooms upstairs and a kitchen and a living room down.  My parents and my little sister slept in the bedrooms, I slept in a screened in front porch, it had three enclosed porches. None of the porches were heated and they got pretty cold in the winters. There was a tree my sister and I played in, I did make a tree house when I was old enough to be able. 

After my dad and mom had died we sold the house to a fellow who had other farms too.  Our Nebraska farm was small, it only had 120 acres, and the man bought it for his son.  The son and his wife lived in town, they bulldozed the old house, late 1800's vintage, and most of the trees.  The barns were kept.

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021 and 2007, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rommy for my response to her prompt about trees at Weekly Scribbles #63, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/03/weekly-scribblings-63-trees.html