Solving Life’s Mysteries


The first stanza of this poem, which I quoted in my last post, “Sharing The Dirt”, is what I truly believed about the origin of wind until I was 8 or 9 years old. I remember this very well, because my Mom had tried to persuade me that such was not the case, but I refused to believe her. It felt terrible knowing that I was right because that meant accepting the fact that Mom was capable of being wrong. Sorry Mom, for not telling you this before, but you were right after all!

The trees make the breeze, like ladies in church
Fanning themselves in the heat.
I’m sure that it’s true for I’ve seen it myself!
It’s just such an awesome feat!
One minute the air is hot and still,
The next there’s a stirring of limbs;
Then all of a sudden I’m feeling a chill
As the trees creak their praises and hymns!

The kids make the waves in the oceans, you know;
In the warmer parts of the world
They’re splishing and splashing and sloshing and slooshing
’Til all the water gets hurled
Up on the beaches everywhere,
Like the water out of my tub
Whenever I slide from the front to the back
When I’m finished my nightly scrub!

About Yvonne's Musings

Being the second of eight kids born in 11 years to my busy parents ultimately was a real advantage to me. I learned very early that if you wanted to be heard amidst all the noise the best way to accomplish it was to write your thoughts down. My first post to my mother," i hate skool. i cried at skool tooday!" was stuck with ABC chewing gum to the lid of the diaper pail, where I was certain that she would find it. Her attention quickly elicited in me a love of writing that has been life long. Seeking a wider audience I have decided to now, decades later, blog. Happy reading Mom! This is for you!

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