(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
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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
Drawings (Color)) with Pen and Ink – YouTube.
You will find at the click of this link, a short video with beautiful quiet music that gives you a glimpse into my drawing journal.
Enjoy the drawings.
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.”
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. 