I Raced the Planes

 

(c)g.abbey

There is a poem that goes with this post that speaks of racing airplanes.  This is not a fiction poem.  I did, in fact sit at the beginning of the runway, and wait for the small planes to come in to land, then they would flap their wings back and forth, and that was my signal to start.  I then raced them to the terminal.

 

It was NOT a smart thing or safe thing to do, and was a long time ago. I do NOT advocate this action to anyone.  I use it merely as an explanation of who I am.

Here is the poem:

 

“I Raced the Planes

 

 

Saw a movie bout

    my wild side today

Had forgotten the feelings of anger

    It stirred up in that way

 

Bout the feelings deep inside

     Those still reach up to fly

In the face of all I know,

     I can’t imagine why

 

I ran as fast as I could go

    when I left home that day

And then I ran back to the nest

     when threatened in that way

 

My life was scuttling here and back

    to there and here again

Still searching for my spot in life

   that I was given to win.

 

I raced the planes from air to ground

    to see if I’d explode

When they touched down, and

    I flew on in my destructive mode.

 

I’ve raised my kids with strength and grit

       And steel & guts, and blood

Alone became the norm, 

       Always kept ahead of the flood

 

Now someone loves me no demands

       Just me, just like I am

I don’t know how to handle it

       Because I’ve felt so damned.

 

I’ve lived rebellion, independent,

       Wild beyond his dream

But yet he’s there and says he’ll stay

       With me, the snow/black dove

 

 

© g.abbey.lynne no date known

 

Note:  These are the lyrics to a song.


Abbey

 

Wisdom from Children – Why Dogs are Here

Image (c)g.abbey 2010

A Dog’s Purpose?
(from a 6-year-old).

 

From my friend.

“Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform …the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker ‘s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ”I know why.”
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live.
He said,”People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?” The Six-year-old continued,
”Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”

A Change in Personality

Change in Personality

A change in personality

I feel coming on

Like the storm in the distance

Of which we are warned.

Restlessness preceding

The gale lurking near

Heaviness in the air

Heightening my fear.

The changes that are wrought

In the path of the storm

Are not fully revealed

Until the coming of morn

They can be extreme

The destruction complete

The past obliterated

Only splinters in the street

Or the storm – on a whim

Can for no apparent reason

Leave one spot untouched

For one more season.

Unsure how the change will

Affect my life

I wait with mixed feelings

For the storm and the strife.

 

 

(c) g.abbey December 8, 2011

From Book of poetry by Abbey Nightowl “When the Night Falls, Run”  To be released.