Somehow - by Don Blanding
Somehow
I've tried for many an hour and minuteTo think of this world without me in it.
I can't imagine a new-born day
Without me here . . . somehow . . . some way.
I can not think of autumn's flare
Without me here . . . alive . . . aware.
I can't imagine a dawn in spring
Without my heart awakening.
These treasured days will come and go
At swifter pace . . . but this I know . . .
I have no fear . . . I have no dread
Of that marked day that lies ahead.
My flesh will turn to ash and clay
But I'll be here . . . Somehow . . . some way.
I might have posted this before - but Blanding appeals to me and I was once again reading him and felt compelled to share
and though it shows my shallowness I feel that rhyming poetry is real
Wheel Barrow - II
I replaced the older tire with inner-tube (which was constantly needing pumped up and finally leaking so rapidly that it was not functional) with a 'solid' tire - re/which we will see how great that works.
I like the word 'wheel barrow', as in particular at one time it was only 'barrow' - which was a two handled frame used by two people to carry a heavy load. And in the course of time they added a wheel and one man did the work of two, which you might say invented capitalism, eh?
Also a little by the way background on the pictured wheel-barrow - I bought this from Sears and Roebuck in 1960 for $25 - today I paid $40 for the wheel and tire - and it made me think about what a great company Sears and Roebucks was down through the years and now it is about to go under. [the name Roebuck was dropped in 2004 and Sears has never been the same].
Drifting Life - Su Shu (Song Dynasty)
和子由澠池懷舊
蘇軾（宋）
人生到處知何似，應似飛鴻踏雪泥。
泥上偶然留指爪，鴻飛那復計東西。
老僧已死成新塔，壞壁無由見舊題。
往日崎嶇還記否，路長人困蹇驢嘶。
Responding to Ziyou’s Poem: Remembering Mianchi
Su Shi (Song Dynasty)
Tr. E.C. Chang
What is this drifting life like? Do you know?
It is like a wild goose treading on the snow.
Its tracks are left on the soil without knowing why.
And the wild goose does not care where to fly?
A new memorial pagoda for the old monk rises above his burial place.
The poems we once wrote on the ruined wall are gone without a trace.
Do you remember the time when we were traveling on the rugged road?
The lame donkey brayed; we were tired and still have a long way to go.
泥上偶然留指爪，鴻飛那復計東西。
老僧已死成新塔，壞壁無由見舊題。
往日崎嶇還記否，路長人困蹇驢嘶。
Responding to Ziyou’s Poem: Remembering Mianchi
Su Shi (Song Dynasty)
Tr. E.C. Chang
What is this drifting life like? Do you know?
It is like a wild goose treading on the snow.
Its tracks are left on the soil without knowing why.
And the wild goose does not care where to fly?
A new memorial pagoda for the old monk rises above his burial place.
The poems we once wrote on the ruined wall are gone without a trace.
Do you remember the time when we were traveling on the rugged road?
The lame donkey brayed; we were tired and still have a long way to go.
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