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In the Eye of the Beholder: November 2008
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Saturday, November 22, 2008. Steven's Eagle Court of Honor. Steven is an Eagle Scout! All his (or his mom's) hard work and perseverance paid off, and he had a big party to prove it :). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). We're finally on the blogosphere thanks to Sharon's help. Nan is a domestic diva (Sharon's description), and Brett is everything else. Our blog is dedicated to the beauty we find in our relationships with God, Nature and People like you! Stevens Eagle Court of Honor. Rebecca and Killer Dave.
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In the Eye of the Beholder: Steven's Eagle Court of Honor
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Saturday, November 22, 2008. Steven's Eagle Court of Honor. Steven is an Eagle Scout! All his (or his mom's) hard work and perseverance paid off, and he had a big party to prove it :). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). We're finally on the blogosphere thanks to Sharon's help. Nan is a domestic diva (Sharon's description), and Brett is everything else. Our blog is dedicated to the beauty we find in our relationships with God, Nature and People like you! Stevens Eagle Court of Honor.
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Larry's Poetry: Face Masks
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Thursday, October 04, 2007. When I played American football. I never looked past the facemask. Of the opposing player. That way I could hit them as hard as. I could and not worry if. I was hurting another person. In fact I played a whole game with a friend. On the opposite team and did not know it,. Because I never saw his face. How often do we put face masks on other. People and do not see them? Other cars on the roads, and not the people inside? The labels we give them: Muslims, Jews, Arabs,.
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Larry's Poetry: A Trail of Smiles
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Thursday, October 04, 2007. A Trail of Smiles. A Trail of Smiles. For Angel and Virgina Madero. One of the saddest moments from US historyIs the tale of “The trail of tears.". I can think of one thing that I can do. To right this wrong,. That is to blaze a trail of smiles,. That goes on for miles and miles. I can remember when I first saw. I was in the temple with my mom. We were going to eat lunch withAngel and his wife Virginia. They had left ahead of us,. I was worried that we might not. A Light laugh,.
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Larry's Poetry: A Blue Smudge
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Thursday, October 04, 2007. In a place and a time. Where tattoos were rarity. A bunch of us young men. Noticed a blue smudge. On the upper arm of. All of us being curious,. Yet most afraid to ask. There was one of us. Who was more forward. Then the rest, asked him,. What is that tattooed on your arm? He told us over forty years ago,. When he was not. Much older then us,. Newly married,And was. In San Francisco before. He was to be shipped off to. Fight the Japanese in WWII. With a bunch of his buddies.
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Larry's Poetry: Facades
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Thursday, October 04, 2007. Some around others,Some around ourselves. The ones we build around ourselvesWe build to protect ourselvesFrom the ridicule of others. Or we build them to fit in. We shape them andPaint them to conformTo what we thinkOthers wish to see. We put up facadesBecause we are ashamedOf what we are andHow others will react. We put up facades around us. So we can pretend that we are. Something that we are not. To show others that we are better. We put up facades. We put up facades. A Tra...
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Larry's Poetry: Fall
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Thursday, October 04, 2007. Rivers of red blood. Flows out of the canyons. Into the alpine valley. With the evergreens dotting. The mt, side,. Though, death will flow into. Each of us, it is a season. And not the end,. For truly we are evergreen. Casch Valley, Utah. Larry T. Hollist. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Trail of Smiles. View my complete profile.
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Larry's Poetry: A Perfect Moment
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Thursday, October 04, 2007. Life for me is doing. Waiting for the perfect. They happen suddenly and. Unexpectedly. They sneak up on you. And if you are not paying attention. You might just miss them:. Shooting hoops with my son. Or playing catch in the yard,. Holding my wife in my arms while. Watching our teenage son play with his infant brother. Tickling the baby until he laughs so much. You have to laugh too,. Holing hands with my wife. A conversation with my son,. Embracing a friend or love one whom.
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Larry's Poetry: A Belly Full of Milk
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Tuesday, September 11, 2007. A Belly Full of Milk. My young son, you lay asleep. In the crock of my left arm. With a belly full of milk. As I look down on you,. There is a smile of contentment. And bliss on your face,. I think of what is to come. Soon you will be crawling,. Walking, and then running. Then, my son, I will chase you. Down the street as you ride. For the first time. What I fear the most:. Are those teenage years. I hope by then, I would have. Spent enough time with you. Job, and marriage.
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Larry's Poetry: Meet me at the Dog
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Thursday, August 25, 2005. Meet me at the Dog. Meet me at the Dog. 8220;Meet me at the Dog at Shibuya Station”. 8220;Not the Dog,. There are too many people there. How will we ever find you? My friends would say in frustration. 8220;Just look up. And you will see me. How many tall Gaijins can there be. Just look up.”. I would usually arrive first,. And be waiting,. Standing tall above the crowd. I would see my friends arrive one at a time. Pressed in the crowd they would walk by. Larry T. Hollist.
