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Wednesday, November 5, 2014


We made it with a two hour delay on the ground making our flight time 8 hours we arrived safely and too tired to care, we made the right decision to take the earlier shuttle the 5 o'clock instead of the 6 AM  we were tied up in HWY  5 traffic and made it barely in time to wait the additional two hours,  traveling is so much fun.  Oh well Hawaii is so beautiful I guess it was worth it. Just imagine what it was like to travel in a wagon across country how did our ancestors make it?
Tomorrow morning we will go helicopter flying around the Island I think I am looking forwards to it. Golly I hope I do not get sick, I used to be so strong and full of fun, that was the Delaine I used to know,  where did  she go? Where ever she went it was it happened in a blink of an eye.  I think my eyes will be shut the whole time I fly.

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Leaves of God Fall 2009

My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost

I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall

Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow

Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin

Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall

So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall

The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston