-STAFF TRAINER, TEACHER COACH, CURRICULUM AND PROGRAM DESIGNER, AUTHOR-
December 31, 2017
Snow is white.
Snow is water.
It should wash, not rust, the Christmas star.
I let the dust stay. It’s only tin.
Like the stars the almost sheriffs and maybe deputies,
If they were honest,
Should toss behind them on the ground.
Do not forsake me, oh my darlin'On this, our weddin' dayDo not forsake me, oh my darlin'Wait, wait along
We don’t realize what we allow to pass.
We don’t realize the worth of what’s been done.
So we don’t toss the sharp and many edged star
though we should have realized it's only tin.
It clings tightly to Western vests,
And I think, despite my best and only actions
stuck to my winter coat.
I'm still standing,
I ran miles from where I stood.
I do not know what fate awaits meI only know I must be braveAnd I must face a man who hates meOr lie a coward, a craven cowardOr lie a coward in my grave
I drive my car slowly crunching on gray roads.
Either I’m a grandmother who knows better
or still afraid of those faces and opinions I’ll never know.
But I drive towards the scattered black angles that peck along the road.
They clutter the gravel and the gray.
I brake and approach held back by more than just my foot.
Some stay still. Others swoop.
But because I’m quick to act at being slow, not one dies today.
Oh, to be torn 'twixt love and dutyS'posin' I lose my fair-haired beautyLook at that big hand move alongNearin' high noon
All the things I think I thought I fought for
But really might not have ever done.
On that road we meet in the narrow headlights
the possum benefits from lessons learned.
And because it’s me, arriving home eyes obsessed with the road ahead,
The uglied, pitied creature lives.
He made a vow while in state prisonVowed it would be my life or his'nI'm not afraid of death but ohWhat will I do if you leave me?
Do not forsake me, oh my darlin'You made that promise as a brideDo not forsake me, oh my darlin'Although you're grievin', don't think of leavin'Now that I need you by my side
Wiped tear dried tarnish, lights still twinkle against the highest star.
It’s another year to wait for midnight.
But when it strikes, there’s no difference
Between darkness and high noon.
Wait along, (wait along) wait alongWait along, wait along (Wait along, wait along, wait along, wait along)
It's not a secret
That all the stars are tin.
The metal that is tested
is buried under skin.
For more wonderful videos related to teacher training or literacy program development in rural Guatemala, please visit www.child-aid.org. I have no v...
This section is currently under construction
April 7, 2016
This section is currently under construction.
April 11, 2016
I Pick Through
July 5, 2020
The Practical Choice
June 28, 2020
The Responsibility of Closets
June 21, 2020
If Women Ran the Wor(l)d
June 14, 2020
The Write Launch-June 2020
June 7, 2020
Seed Magic Part II: Tolkein's Twist on Shadows and Maps
May 31, 2020
The sign reads, "OPEN".
May 24, 2020
Two Books: An Introduction II
May 17, 2020
Learning the Alphabet
May 10, 2020
Weather Man's Notes
May 3, 2020