Great Race of Mercy

 

http://www.bbc.com/earth/story/20161014-in-1925-a-remote-town-was-saved-from-lethal-disease-by-dogs

Today I wrote a found verse, all credit to the article linked above – because we are in a pandemic and can all take a lesson from these dogs

Great Race of Mercy 

1925

Gregorian Calendar

MCMXXV

25th year of the 20th century

January 27-February 1

The Great Race of Mercy

serum run to Nome, Alaska

         from Nenana 

cut off in most brutal winter 

       in decades

deadly diphtheria epidemic 

town doc predicted 

100% mortality rate

without the antitoxin

rail could get it minus 674 miles

leave it to the dogs for the rest

20 teams of sled dogs

674 miles of ice and snow

mission: avoid freezing

        to death 

oh, and the serum

expires in 6 days –

get it there in less than

a quarter of the 25 day

postal time

enter the dogs and drivers

Siberian Huskies 

first introduced

to Chukchi culture 

by fur trader 

William Goodall

Baltic and Togo two lead dogs who stood ready at their points 

ready, set, go! 

four days in 

with two days to go

serum time ticking 

Leonard Seppala

veered off on a victory path

in his stretch

a risky one 

over the Norton Sound ice sheet 

hitting a whiteout 

knowing Togo could 

navigate around 

the potential pitfalls-

deadly open stretches of water 

because Siberian Huskies 

have vibrissae and tylotrich 

to sense air flow changes

Togo got them 91 miles out 

when Gunnar Kaasen

stepped in with Balto

and crossed the finish line

in Nome 

with a half day to spare

saving 10,000 lives 

Dogs aren’t just friends 

  they’re saviors

but the key to effective sled dogs?

playful dogs with no

inter-group aggression

lesson: we can do the impossible

when we work together 

Bedfellows

 

Bedfellows 

Saturday morning

6:30 a.m.

36 degrees  

they’ve already peed

in the cold, wet grass 

just outside the front door

now they’re back 

in the warm, soft bed 

spoiling into 

more rottenness

one is bundled 

under the sheets 

at my feet

the other sleeps guard

at his master’s shoulder

coiled up tight

like a knotted shoelace

lifts his snow-white 

unkempt Schnoodle beard

and bed-headed twisted brows

in a half-dazed stare

his all-expressive eyes

warning 

“I’m sleepy…

but I will attack.”

his eyes turn up 

to detect any foul motives 

like a pair of 

pitch-black egg yolks

sitting sideways 

atop fried white rims

still, 

speculative,

scrutinizing

I’m frozen in place

unblinking,

holding my breath 

watching him watch me

I move one finger


his eyes pounce 

to the motion


I move it again


his front legs jolt 

(issues from a previous life)

my mouth curves 

a half-degree smile

of amusement 

it’s all over now 

he leaps up

all in my face

licking the outside corner

of my bad right eye

feverishly 

as he does every morning 

his right paw

on his skinny part-poodle leg

that propels his always 

prancing-through-the-house 

parade gait

now mauling my arm

demanding love

with an urgent itch-like 

emergency 

he flops down

flips over

contorts awkwardly 

wallows himself 

into a spiked pretzel 

legs pointing the 

compass directions

and offers up

a submissive belly

that was 

as serious

as a Buckingham Palace guard

as suspecting

as a crime detective 

as untrusting 

as a suspicious spouse

mere seconds ago

I give a 

tight-tummy love rub 


but the foot warmer

detects attention

and jealously 

tunnels nose-first

up through the covers 

nuzzling

his way to the party 

crashing it to

claim his share 

yep, it’s all over now

#whoshotJR?

 


#whoshotJR?

I accidentally got

sucked in to Virgin River 

but that Season 2 

finale cliffhanger 

takes me back 40 years 

to the theme from Dallas

and the question 

that gripped a nation:

#whoshotJR?


oh, the irony 

of a shot to the gut

Let Loose

Challenge from Allison Berryhill:  Write a What Have I Lost poem today.

#Let Loose #Let’s Lose!

The key to gaining what’s been lost is found
in loving food and sharing it around.
Such logic follows principles of eating:
that loss just gained last week is ever-fleeting.

What is our strange obsession with the pound?
We over-do ourselves into the ground.
We oversleep and overspend as habit.
We see a bauble and take off to grab it.

But when it comes to food, we’re self-defeating,
our forks to lips so hesitantly meeting.

I say we stop not eating: it’s not sound!
Let’s liberate ourselves and be unbound!
For one full day, let’s let loose and indulge.
Let’s lose all fear of Battle of the Bulge!

1962

 1962

December 3, 2020

12/3

1…2…3…go!


    Marilyn Monroe dies

and just like that 

     Big Girls Don’t Cry

the countdown starts

     Cuban Missile Crisis

enough is enough 

     She’s Got You is #1

decisions are made

     Knight waffles first Nike

a vision appears 

     WalMart opens in Arkansas

the game begins 

     Spider-Man appears in comics

coffee is brewed 

     Happiness is a Warm Puppy

on a roll

     The Rolling Stones first perform 

a mindset is cast 

     Silent Spring

action happens 

     Industrial Robots introduced 

momentum builds 

     Travels with Charley

things change

     Blowin’ in the Wind

life is better

     One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest 

The Fresh-Baked Hope

 

The Fresh-Baked Hope

a hardened heart 

a small town 

a homecoming

a festival 

a countdown tree lighting 

a mug of hot cocoa 

a woman 

a man 

a spark 

a new flame

an old flame 

a sprig of mistletoe 

a stupid mistake

a snowfall

a confession 

a spat 

a realization 

a choice 

a crackling fireplace

a changed heart 

an apology 

a promise

an embrace 

a kiss

a hope for a happily ever after 

a Hallmark Christmas movie 


it’s not about the cookie-cutter plot 

it’s all about the fresh-baked hope

Fake Moons

 

a string of haikus 5-7-5

Fake Moons

social media 

checking emails and texting 

talking with others 

scrolling past moments 

ignoring togetherness 

phone screens hijack time 

parents and spouses 

take for granted their loved ones 

thumbs seek selfie smiles 

missing what’s right here 

more plugged in to others’ lives 

tuned into their news 

marriages suffer 

children feel neglected but

they’ll get over it 

they wish the magic 

of attention would return 

there’s no app for that 

numbness has set in 

metastasized to the heart 

can it be reversed? 

a text ding comes through 

“beautiful moon this morning 

look if you have time” 

but who would choose a 

real moon over a fake moon? 

there’s an app for that





You can find it here- Made in China! 

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Prayer Persistence

 

Prayer Persistence

In the 1980s 

when there were mere feet 

between neighbors 

I had a persistent prayer 

for a home off-island 

on 10 acres surrounded 

by pine trees 

and a home in the middle 

with no close neighbors 

it didn’t happen then 

but God heard my introverted 

nature-loving heart 

here I sit in the early morning 

on the edge 

of December 2020 

in the home we designed 

and built 

in 2008 

on 10 acres 

surrounded by pine trees

 

I prayed fervently 

for the miracle of recovery 

for Mallory 

and God’s hands

orchestrated that miracle 

my car is my prayer chamber 

no radio for me 

every day on my way to work 

I pray a prayer of thanksgiving 

for the miracles 

-those we know about 

and those that God performed 

without our knowledge 

to spare us the pain – 

for each of my children by name 

and their spouses and friends 

for their marriages 

that they find 

the right mate 

and stick together 

for my grandchildren by name 

that they are guided by God‘s hand 

for my dad that the right mate 

will come alongside him, 

that he will know 

without a doubt 

yes, with certain clarity

when the right one appears

and he doesn’t settle 

for a loneliness placeholder 

for Briar and us and our families 

for our health and safety 

and our jobs 

that keep us fed and sheltered 

for all the blessings we enjoy 

though we deserve none 

and for forgiveness 

we need it so much 

I know the power of persistent prayer

Revelations

 

Revelations

The Lord has his ways 

of revealing ourselves to us 

through others 

like a looking glass

strangest thing 

a grandmother 

came for her 

first Thanksgiving as a widow 

to visit her children 

she brought her new man 

her children are opposed 

and expressed their concerns 

new man’s too old

 – he’s just looking for a caretaker – 

he already forgets everything 

she’s disgracing the family 

they’re already talking 

of moving in together 


my dad didn’t work this hard 

for this long 

for her to squander the savings 

on new man 

he’d be rolling in his grave

for his children’s sake

new man can’t handle 

all the children running around 

he keeps complaining about them 

being all out of control 

he doesn’t understand 

that’s how little kids are 

it’s a shame – she needs 

to think about 

who’s going to be there 

to care for her when her time comes 

new man sure won’t be 

no 

it’s worse than that –

she needs to think about 

who’s going to be there anytime

when no one wants 

to be around new man 

she doesn’t love new man

she just wants a companion 

and she’s so used 

to being a caregiver 

she thinks that’s her only purpose 

and on and on and on

children overly concerned 

for their mothers situation 

that she is choosing 

they predict pitfalls she doesn’t see 

perhaps the pitfalls won’t be there 

perhaps love means care for the aging

perhaps the nest egg is not destined 

for the children anyway

perhaps the interesting casts of characters 

in their family dramas 

will keep them energetic and alive

like those brain-building puzzles they do

perhaps aging parents 

and their new companions

should be given the blessing 

from their children 

to go for a new life 

under a different roof

and see what 

for better or for worse 

revelations emerge

Thanksmas Triumphant

 

Thanksmas Triumphant! 

Carolina chairs

chatting campside 

fabulous fire pit

corn hole champ

(oops….dump truck ramp)

cooking collards

3 loyal labs

2 snooty schnoodles

1 tasty turkey

Thanksgiving table setter

missing Mallory 

fabulous fire pit 

plentiful picnic 

deserted desserts (too full)

opening offerings

smart scientist

perfect pink princess

dancing Deere driver

fabulous fire pit 

downtown drive

sidewalk stroll 

scrumptious shrimp and grits

waterfront waffle cones

swing sitting

fabulous fire pit 

smokin’ s’mores 

loving life

fun family