Memories of Hawaii

 I had gone to Hawaii with my paternal grandmother after I had graduated high school in 1980.  These two poems were written sometime afterward - I'm guessing that same year.

Banya

 

Twisted hands

move slowly

outstretched

and wrapped

around

each other

tied

and embraced

forming

a trunk

 

My Hat

 

Everyone admired

the pile of grass

I bought 

Originality

and personality

is what

I’ve got

I put it

       on my head

so everyone

would know

It says a lot

about me

everywhere I go

Have I Got a Treat for You!

                 As I have been reading the scriptures I wondered where I had misplaced my personal scripture blessing.  I used to look at it often but realized I probably haven’t looked at it since we have lived in Oregon.  It isn’t where I thought it was.

        I found some “artifacts” and a letter addressed to my posterity about the contents of my pink ammo can.  What possessed me to paint it pink?  I don’t even like pink.  But at the time I didn’t appreciate the drab green although I think I prefer it to the pink that appears to be older than it is. 

        The note was written September 6, 1988.  I claimed that I had left a camera cassette which isn’t there but there is a VHS and the contents are the same as what is descrbed for the Minolta.  I suppose I could include another camera cassette but with different moments . . .

        The VHS tape includes recordings of a ventriloquist act featuring Ron Lucas.  It had been recorded off the Disney Channel.  Next was our family vacation to Yellowstone Park.  We saw more of the park than we usually do.  We returned home less than a week before the fires (here) 

I set the tape aside in hopes that Jenna and Roland will be willing to watch it with me. 

        My letter also indicated that there were two floppy discs.  I found only one – almost the same size as the one Matthew Broderick holds in this clip from the movie “War Games”.  

The caption indicates the contents are of my journal.  Perhaps.  Good luck finding a Brothers Word Processor from that decade or some other device to read it on.  My descriptions don’t even make sense to me.  I’m certain they will mean less to my posterity should they ever have the opportunity to go through it (well, Jenna has seen the contents – or some of them anyway).

          I have disc negatives of probably every picture I ever took with the short lived disc camera.  And a mountain of poems.  No expression magazine but homework/class assignments from 1979 and others I had jotted down.  What a joy that will be to go through. 

There are two collector pins not even mentioned – Clairol and Mary Tyler Moore.  Wow.  How’s that for a finder?

I also made the claim to a set of cassette tapes that contain contents of my mission. They were not in the can but I am 75% certain that I brought them to Oregon with me.  If not, they got pushed back in a closet in West Valley never to be seen again.  Too bad.  If I do come across them, I will include them with the memorabilia. 

I said I had included some kind of camera?  No camera but did find two flash bulbs.  Oh if only American Pickers would stop buy.  Laugh out Loud.  It’s actually quite pathetic.

But I do have poems.  Lots and lots of poems.  And I will share many of them throughout time.  Don’t you feel honored?

 As I didn’t find what I was searching for, I turned to some other ammo cans that kept natural color.  In one I found several photos.  Two had been taken of the sisters serving in Roanoke during September/October 1984 and March 1985.  I also found this picture that Sunny had created for all of her sisters 

and this one of me from my mission when I first arrived in Roanoke

Raindrops

I hear the clouds crashing
I think it's going to rain
I look outside above me
The skies are blue and
There is sunshine

Later I go outside to see
Raindrops on my driveway and
The sun is shining still.
I am lightly kissed by
a few drops
The breeze feels nice but
the sun melts away all the
drops as well as myself

Where are the rainbows?

                                                                        kfralc

                                                                       

This post is contribution from Jenna

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Normally she doesn’t like poetry – or at least hasn’t seemed to enjoy it in the past, but as we were coming home from school yesterday she read me one of her poems and made up some more on the way home.  I made her write them down so that I could post them to my blog. (I am correcting spelling and adding punctuation)

Owls

Owls Owls fly around

Owls Owls say “Hooo” – that’s how they sound

Owls Owls have big eyes

Owls Owls these aren’t lies

Cars

Cars drive

         Up and down

All around town

Homework

Homework is such a bore

We always have more

We’d rather relax on the shore

Or eat an apple core.

Jenna created and wore this costume to school today for a program

Trying my hand at different poetry types

Acrostic:

                                      Father goes to work

                                      And

                                      Mother drives to school

                                      In the car

                                      Leaving

                                      You to learn

                                                                         I am a

    great Magician pulling           

 A rabbit out                  

   of my Green hat            

  I am

           a Navigating

 Astronaut who    

             loves to Travel       

  I am an    

  Oscar                

               winning Nominee

          Doublet:

Through the barn doors we see         

         a new born foal

                                                anxious to greet the morn         

     but a new moon rises        

            creating a still mood

          Reverso:

There is a hole                         Cold.

in my sock.                              My toe is

How did it get                          there.

there?                                       How did it get

My toe is                                  in my sock?

cold.                                         There is a hole.

Villanelle:

                             From the sky comes the snow

                             Coating the world in

                             A blanket, thick and white.

                                    Mother Nature has made         

The earth cold with her creation:                

From the sky comes the snow.

                                   We can make snowmen 

In the morning from      

A blanket, thick and white

And perhaps they will grow    

If the next night should bring  

From the sky comes the snow

We can’t wrap ourselves up.    

Too cold is

A blanket, thick and white

But we can make snow

Angels and other creations      

From the sky comes snow

A blanket, thick and white

                                                          kfralc