I Can Feel


Waves rush over  me

As my toes sink in the sand

Reliving moments from before

Washing ore me new life

Looking out ore the horizon

Trying to see my future

English: Turtle Bay Beach at Caneel Bay.

Hazy skies cloud my mind

Nothing is crystal clear

An empty shell comes in my view

I kneel down and pick it up

Peering inside I speak softly

Are you in here or have you also moved on

Reaching for higher grounds

Where prey can never find you

I turn my ear and listen

To the echoes of once lived life

I place it in my pocket and

Carry this close to my heart

Where I can connect with

What this poor creature has endured

Already in its short life

Looking down and forward

Rubble laying in my path

Who has walked my footprints

What thoughts crossed their mind

As they looked out over the horizon

Trying to figure out their next plan

I have reached the end of the path

My walk is now complete

Make my way back to my beginning

Answers still remain questions

I see a masterpiece as a

Turtle is giving everything she has

To bury her eggs deep within the

Grains of sand, protecting it

Until it is time to be born

Life continues no matter

What is on our mind

No matter where we are

Life moves forward with

Or without us

I look ahead and see the steps

Taking me back to my own thoughts.

Terry Shepherd

02262013

 

We Adjust


To those that remember these times….

Pizza Hut, McDonald’s,and instant coffee were unheard of.

 

 

How Old is grandma?

Stay with this — the answer is at the end. It will blow you away.


One evening a grandson
was talking to his grandmother about current events.
The grandson asked his grandmother what she
thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general.

The Grandmother replied, “Well, let me think a minute, I was born before:
television
penicillin
polio shots
frozen foods
Xerox
contact lenses
Frisbees and
the pill


There were no:

credit cards
laser beams or
ball-point pens
Man had not
yet invented:
pantyhose
air conditioners
dishwashers
clothes dryers
and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and
man hadn’t yet walked on the moon

Your Grandfather and I got married first, and then lived together.
Every family had a father and a mother.
Until I was 25, I called every man
older than me, “Sir.”
And after I turned 25, I still called
policemen and every man with a title, “Sir.”
We were before gay-rights,
computer-dating, dual careers,daycare centers, and group therapy.
Our lives were governed by the Ten
Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.
We were taught to know the
difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.
Serving your country was a privilege; living
in this country was a bigger privilege.
We thought fast food was what people
ate during Lent.
Having a meaningful relationship
meant getting along with your cousins.
Draft dodgers were those who closed front
doors as the evening breeze started.
Time-sharing meant time the family
spent together in the evenings and weekends -not purchasing condominiums.

We never heard of FM radios, tape decks
, CD’s, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.
We listened to Big Bands, Jack Benny,
and the President’s speeches on our radios.
And I don’t ever remember any kid blowing
his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.
If you saw anything with ‘Made in Japan ‘
on it, it was junk.
The term ‘making out’ referred to how
you did on your school exam.
Pizza Hut, McDonald’s,
and instant coffee were unheard of.
We had 5 &10-cent stores where you
could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.
Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar,
and a Pepsi were all a nickel.
And if you didn’t want to splurge, you could
spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.
You could buy a new Ford Coupe for $600,
but who could afford one?
Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.

In my day:

“grass”was mowed,
“coke” was a cold drink,
“pot” was something your mother cooked in and
“rock music” was your grandmother’s lullaby.
“Aids” were helpers in the Principal’s office,
“chip” meant a piece of wood,
“hardware”was found in a hardware store and.
“software” wasn’t even a word.

And we were the last generation to
actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby.
No wonder people call us “old and
confused” and say there is a generation gap.
How old do
you think I am?
I bet you have this old lady
in mind. You are in for a shock!
Read on to see — pretty scary if
you think about it and pretty sad at the same time.

Are you
ready?????

This woman would be only 59 years old, Born in 1952 -OUCH THAT HURT!!!.