TODAY'S NEWS - QUICKIES THAT CHANGE OFTEN

"I WILL NOT FOLLOW WHERE THE PATH MAY LEAD, BUT I WILL GO WHERE THERE IS NO PATH, AND I WILL LEAVE A TRAIL." Muriel Strode -KHS65 class motto.
"The good old days....when we weren't good and we weren't old" Barbara Schwarz Moss 2010
SEE WWW.KHS65.COM FOR 169 PIX FROM OUR 45TH REUNION - CLICK THE SMALL PHOTO FOR LARGER VERSION. See lots of NEW grade school pix!
CHECK THE LABELS, GO TO KIRKWOOD HISTORY ARTICLES & CLICK THE POST ABOUT FRANCIS SCHEIDEGGER'S PIX FOR A GLIMPSE OF A PLACE I BET EVERYONE REMEMBERS - and much more!


We seem to all be suffering a common problem these days, WHERE DID OUR LIVES GO? Our brains seem to still be 18, but our bodies are talking a different language. Sarah Orne Jewett puts it much more eloquently than do I:

“Neither of my companions was troubled by her burden of years. I hoped in my heart that I might be like them as I lived on into age, and then smiled to think that I too was no longer very young. So we always keep the same hearts, though our outer framework fails and shows the touch of time.”

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Monday, December 24, 2018

Merry Christmas from The Count

A Christmas gift - from our KHS65 poet laureate Alan (The Count) Yount: Alan has been published several times this year, not the least of which is in the WestWard Quarterly issue of this summer. He was their featured writer and poet in that issue and I share one of the 4 poems they published, the others will come later but here's his Christmas offering: 

Why Write a Poem, About a Quail?

why write a poem, about a quail?
somehow...
from some, unknown way,
there comes a reason, why words
just come to you.
when first...
looking at the shape
of a poem,
you think something is missing
then...
like a quail is startled,
while walking a hedgerow...
more words
fly out:
something taking flight...
somehow...something
is there now, on paper
that was not there...
...just a fleeting moment
...before.

Our class is so blessed to have such talented people who have been in our midst for so long. Alan sends Merry Christmas wishes to all of our KHS65 wonderful friends.

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