I was a chaperon at the young age of nine, the "big tattle tale" kind,
My brother wanted to have the car to take his date and go to the outdoor theater show,
His request was granted on one condition and the condition was that I would go along,
Taking his little sister along to the drive-in movie was not his cup of tea but he did agree,
So began my undercover work of being a chaperon and it was better than easedropping by the phone.
At least I got to see a movie not to mention the concession stand and so the chaperoning of my brother began.
There was a playground in front of the big picture screen and I couldn't wait to swing on the swing.
As twilight began it was time for the movie to be shown and my brother gave me money for a grape snow cone.
He asked for no spills in the car that I eat the snow cone while sitting in a lawn chair in front of the concession stand -sounded like a good plan.
Then back to the car and once there my thoughtful brother said that he thought I could see the movie better from the lawn chair.
From the back seat of the car it did seem kind of hard to see the screen,
Back to the lawn chair I went fending off june bugs as I sat there that night because the june bugs were attacted to concession stand neon light,
The car wasn't that far away, it was in sight so I felt like I was still on my chaperon duty and watched the movie knowing things were alright.
Then my brother came and got me when the movie was about to end, because eveyone would want to leave all at the same time then,
He wanted me to be safe in the car before the car stampede for the one exit began,
I remember a man with a red flash light even directed the traffic so things wouldn't get out of hand.
And so concluded my evening of being a chaperon and it was fine with me - playground, snow cone, movie, an evening outdoors - how much easier could it be?
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
#40 "Bird Memories" By Susan Pearl
Our light green parakeet bird was given to us for a gift,
But we had to cover her cage too much because we worked the night shift.
So we regifted the parakeet to a nice place where she could enjoy the light of each day,
And people enjoyed the parakeet there and many were entertained by the noise of her singing away.
So this story from memory has been written to tell,
That if something isn't working out, in another setting it may work out very well.
When I was young I took piano lessons from a lady who had a parakeet bird flying about the music room,
And the bird no doubt affected my concentration when it landed on my shoulder and was singing into my ear,
Or if it landed on the piano keys that were needed to be played- this broke the rhythm of the beat.
I didn't do very good on playing the piano that first year,
Then I decided the bird would have to get out of the way if I had a note to play,
I began to play the piano very well , I just didn't care if the bird landed in my hair.
And I'm telling you if you can play the piano with a bird in your hair-You can play the piano anywhere.
For I had learned more than the playing of the piano from my piano teacher during those years,
If we can learn to live and function with what the aggravations can put us through,
Than we, ourselves, can become far better at what we do.
But we had to cover her cage too much because we worked the night shift.
So we regifted the parakeet to a nice place where she could enjoy the light of each day,
And people enjoyed the parakeet there and many were entertained by the noise of her singing away.
So this story from memory has been written to tell,
That if something isn't working out, in another setting it may work out very well.
When I was young I took piano lessons from a lady who had a parakeet bird flying about the music room,
And the bird no doubt affected my concentration when it landed on my shoulder and was singing into my ear,
Or if it landed on the piano keys that were needed to be played- this broke the rhythm of the beat.
I didn't do very good on playing the piano that first year,
Then I decided the bird would have to get out of the way if I had a note to play,
I began to play the piano very well , I just didn't care if the bird landed in my hair.
And I'm telling you if you can play the piano with a bird in your hair-You can play the piano anywhere.
For I had learned more than the playing of the piano from my piano teacher during those years,
If we can learn to live and function with what the aggravations can put us through,
Than we, ourselves, can become far better at what we do.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
# 39 "Old Shep" By Susan Pearl
On moving cattle day our dog, "Old Shep", is at work or is she at play?
She is as wise as twenty owls,
Our sheep dog that guards our cows.
She barks and darts back and forth suddenly, like a steel ball playing at pin ball speed she will go,
All day she winningly rules the cattle having them holding line in an ever changing crooked and trampling row.
A dog like her with such fast, quick paws can lend a helping hand so she is well worth her keep,
And having our sheep dog watching the now fenced cattle helps a rancher get some well deserved sleep.
But is it work to "Old Shep" to be the boss of the cattle on their moving day or is it really a day of play?
I think "Old Shep" likes to please her master, who loves being with "Old Shep" and loves being a rancher.
She is as wise as twenty owls,
Our sheep dog that guards our cows.
She barks and darts back and forth suddenly, like a steel ball playing at pin ball speed she will go,
All day she winningly rules the cattle having them holding line in an ever changing crooked and trampling row.
A dog like her with such fast, quick paws can lend a helping hand so she is well worth her keep,
And having our sheep dog watching the now fenced cattle helps a rancher get some well deserved sleep.
But is it work to "Old Shep" to be the boss of the cattle on their moving day or is it really a day of play?
I think "Old Shep" likes to please her master, who loves being with "Old Shep" and loves being a rancher.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
#38 "Ebb and Flow" By Susan Pearl
Extreme ebbs or extreme flows will be the deal if all we know is to go with what we feel,
And destructive they may become if our feelings are troublesome, though sincere, based on fear,
But certain facts have a past of being steadfast and with time will last,
For there are no guarantees of what a person sees,
And that is the fact to stand off such anxieties,
One time I was told, "It shouldn't be like that."
That's when I started basing my life on fact.
And that was the best advice given to me,
In fact it is what took away anxiety
So peace of mind could come to be.
And so ebbs and flows are parts of life that come and go,
It's a fact and to have a peace of mind is what we should know.
And destructive they may become if our feelings are troublesome, though sincere, based on fear,
But certain facts have a past of being steadfast and with time will last,
For there are no guarantees of what a person sees,
And that is the fact to stand off such anxieties,
One time I was told, "It shouldn't be like that."
That's when I started basing my life on fact.
And that was the best advice given to me,
In fact it is what took away anxiety
So peace of mind could come to be.
And so ebbs and flows are parts of life that come and go,
It's a fact and to have a peace of mind is what we should know.
Monday, January 24, 2011
#36 "Our Palate" By Susan Pearl
When I think of a palate I think of a taste palate. I also think of a similar word, an artist's palette of colors for a painting.
I have heard the expression "it's an acquired taste" meaning that if at first we don't like something if we give it a chance we may get used to it and eventually have it become part of our palate.
Choices are there but our palate will determine if these choices become a part of our life or not. So it is good to aware of our palate.
My taste palate likes certain foods and if I were to change my palate it would take an effort but those efforts may be well worth it to incorporate healthier foods and have them become part of my taste palate.
Maybe children should be taught to enjoy vegetables before being introduced to sweets. Maybe vegetables would be part of the child's palate and be a preferred tasty delectable.
An artist can work with few paint colors on the paint palette because the artist is able to mix the different colors together and new colors can emerge. It is really up to the artist to do this and it may be a matter of personal preference that will give direction and outcome to the painting.
I think we should think about our palate in life. By that I mean can a person develope a palate for bitterness in life the same as perferring a bitter taste on a regular basis? Can we tell when something is way too rich for our taste? Is it obvious to our palate when someone seems too syrupy sweet? Can a person come across as just too hot and spicy for our palate?
We should consider our palate from time to time and consider how it can direct our lives, desires and actions.
Sometimes in the course of time the taste palate changes and what was once desired no longer carries the same wants. Sometimes a person learns that even though the desire is still there the discomfort and risky outcome is not worth it.
Such changes may happen to our palate in life and can direct us to a new experience and new interesting aspects we hadn't known or attempted to try before. It may be all a matter of taste and vision for us to decide how we paint our picture in life and to what extent we venture out from what is familiar and favored.
I have heard the expression "it's an acquired taste" meaning that if at first we don't like something if we give it a chance we may get used to it and eventually have it become part of our palate.
Choices are there but our palate will determine if these choices become a part of our life or not. So it is good to aware of our palate.
My taste palate likes certain foods and if I were to change my palate it would take an effort but those efforts may be well worth it to incorporate healthier foods and have them become part of my taste palate.
Maybe children should be taught to enjoy vegetables before being introduced to sweets. Maybe vegetables would be part of the child's palate and be a preferred tasty delectable.
An artist can work with few paint colors on the paint palette because the artist is able to mix the different colors together and new colors can emerge. It is really up to the artist to do this and it may be a matter of personal preference that will give direction and outcome to the painting.
I think we should think about our palate in life. By that I mean can a person develope a palate for bitterness in life the same as perferring a bitter taste on a regular basis? Can we tell when something is way too rich for our taste? Is it obvious to our palate when someone seems too syrupy sweet? Can a person come across as just too hot and spicy for our palate?
We should consider our palate from time to time and consider how it can direct our lives, desires and actions.
Sometimes in the course of time the taste palate changes and what was once desired no longer carries the same wants. Sometimes a person learns that even though the desire is still there the discomfort and risky outcome is not worth it.
Such changes may happen to our palate in life and can direct us to a new experience and new interesting aspects we hadn't known or attempted to try before. It may be all a matter of taste and vision for us to decide how we paint our picture in life and to what extent we venture out from what is familiar and favored.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
"Rainbows Unique Beauty" By Susan Pearl
I have written some additonal lines to the poem, "Rainbows Unigue Beauty" that I posted on my blog of November 15, 2010. Hope you enjoy it.
"Rainbows Unique Beauty" By Susan Pearl
Some things have a unique beauty all of their own,
And such beauty is very recognizable whenever it is shown.
Like the beauty of a rainbow is easy to find,
Because of its' one of a kind special design.
Not all rainbows are in the sky,
And maybe the reason why,
Is to surprise us now and then,
Like the reflecting arch of a waterfall acrosss the bend,
Or its' appearance in the mist of the sprinklers as we go by,
Showing us its' one of a kind beauty that we recognize as it catches our eye.
Some rainbows are so very rare that they are called a phenomenon,
Rainbows can only be seen when we have our back towards the sun.
So the reflecting light is needed to shine,
To show us a beauty that is one of a kind.
Rainbows appear and then rainbows will fade away,
Leaving us with a special reflective moment that came for awhile that day.
So maybe rainbows are moments of reflection for us to see,
Like a quick thought of a hot day of childhood play running through a sprinkler laughing so happily,
Or a moment for a special reflection of a time when seeing the majesty of it all,
As we viewed nature and stood in awe, a waterfall rainbow may help us recall,
And a rainbow across the sky will truly bring a moment to show,
A special relection in our thoughts about the beauties of life that come and go.
So rainbows can be a moment of a one of kind reflection that only they can give,
Rainbows may not be in the sky to catch our eye and reflect the special moments we live.
The sun shines from behind to show a special beauty for us to find,
And we recognize it when it happens because of its' one of a kind design.
"Rainbows Unique Beauty" By Susan Pearl
Some things have a unique beauty all of their own,
And such beauty is very recognizable whenever it is shown.
Like the beauty of a rainbow is easy to find,
Because of its' one of a kind special design.
Not all rainbows are in the sky,
And maybe the reason why,
Is to surprise us now and then,
Like the reflecting arch of a waterfall acrosss the bend,
Or its' appearance in the mist of the sprinklers as we go by,
Showing us its' one of a kind beauty that we recognize as it catches our eye.
Some rainbows are so very rare that they are called a phenomenon,
Rainbows can only be seen when we have our back towards the sun.
So the reflecting light is needed to shine,
To show us a beauty that is one of a kind.
Rainbows appear and then rainbows will fade away,
Leaving us with a special reflective moment that came for awhile that day.
So maybe rainbows are moments of reflection for us to see,
Like a quick thought of a hot day of childhood play running through a sprinkler laughing so happily,
Or a moment for a special reflection of a time when seeing the majesty of it all,
As we viewed nature and stood in awe, a waterfall rainbow may help us recall,
And a rainbow across the sky will truly bring a moment to show,
A special relection in our thoughts about the beauties of life that come and go.
So rainbows can be a moment of a one of kind reflection that only they can give,
Rainbows may not be in the sky to catch our eye and reflect the special moments we live.
The sun shines from behind to show a special beauty for us to find,
And we recognize it when it happens because of its' one of a kind design.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
#35 "Fragile" By Susan Pearl
I was trying to think of things that are fragile,
Eggs are fragile, glass is too, a porcelain doll's face and the threads of an old handmade lace.
Then I heard three words spoken in grief that so broadened my mind,
Those three words - "Life is fragile"- made me know "fragile's" meaning of the truest kind.
"Life is fragile" is what I heard,
I now understand the "fragile" word.
Eggs are fragile, glass is too, a porcelain doll's face and the threads of an old handmade lace.
Then I heard three words spoken in grief that so broadened my mind,
Those three words - "Life is fragile"- made me know "fragile's" meaning of the truest kind.
"Life is fragile" is what I heard,
I now understand the "fragile" word.
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