November

November flew by
In the blink of an eye!
No time to breathe!
No time to sigh!
Weekends at Viejas,
Everyday phone calls,
Thanksgiving's come and gone.
Next thing you know,
There's a dusting of snow
In the mountains of east San Diego.

October

October, full of frights,
Full of dark secrets,
Full of sprites.
I travelled to Tucson, to Tombstone,
To Flagstaff,
Burned some rubber along route 66.
On our way down the river,
Saw the beauty of America.
A few days on the road,
Windows rolled down,
And music turned up,
But I couldn't escape all that I'd hoped.
Borrowed trouble in my mind,
Borrowed trouble in my heart.
Not even sure how to explain the confusion
In both, as far as men are concerned.
Flirting and humor, romance and heartache,
Just like all of the tales so often told,
And me, just trying to go with the flow.

September

September had its ups and downs,
Great concerts, long hours, and a few more rounds.
Two men and their guitars
Kicked off the month.
Another trip to LA,
Just to hear these fellas play
Was worth every bit of coffee
I had to drink the next day.
Then Opening week hit like a hammer!
Early mornings, long days,
But not even eleven thousand students
Could make us stammer.
Whirled into the wind
By a visiting friend
Left me tired but happy,
Confused and unnerved,
And a dozen other things
That I probably deserved.
We'll see where this goes.
We'll see what this brings,
And which way the wind blows.

August

Start the month off with a bang!
Making memories all the time!
Followed a band up to LA,
Followed it up to SLO,
Fell in love with a fiddle,
A harmonica, a banjo.
Laughs on the open road,
Music, and a best friend,
Made everything else in the month
Pale by comparison.
Now the dog days of summer
Are coming to an end.
So bring on the harvest moon
And whatever's around the bend.

July

Motto of the month:
Work hard, play harder
Than I’ve ever done before.
Burning that candle bright
At both ends,
And watching the wax
Drip the hours away.
Dog days of summer,
Month of my birth,
Has filled my nights
With dancing and mirth,
But work gets me down
So we go a few rounds,
Just to start it all over again.

 

June

June brought on gloom,

Deeper than puddles

After a rain.

Broke down at home,

And at work,

Just the same.

Unable to hide all the pain

I’d had hid

Over the years,

Stored away in my head.

But it’s time to move on,

Rip myself from the past,

Learn how to love

And enjoy life at last.

Remember how to laugh

And smile again.

Hold on to what's good.

Hold on to what's true.

And hope that, in the end,
They'll hold on to you, too.

May

May brought humility,

Honor and strength,

Welcoming home

Our nation’s young men and women

Hell-bent on protecting our freedom.
Overwhelming and powerful,
Putting things in perspective,
Talking to veterans
About their experiences
And planting flags on graves,
Paying homage to the sacrifices made.
All else in May
Pales in compare
To Memorial Day,
And honoring those near, far, and everywhere.