Tuesday, September 3, 2013


Each morning,
checking the thermometer.
After a rain,
squinting at the gauge.

Recording faithfully
in his journal
at the top
of every page.

Every day,
studying the clouds,
drifting swiftly
through his old age.

©  2013  Richard Havenga


  1. FN, what a shot! Congratulations. I have been soooo disappointed at myself lately. Sunday night, I was at Holland beach and took dozens of shots at the glorious sunset. When I looked at them, they were all blurry!

  2. SG:

    Thank you.

    Try using a tripod or a monopod for better results. Adjust your ISO as the light is fading.


  3. Dad, this poem describes you accurately, except for the "old age" part. That line needs some editing! ; ) I don't believe I will think of you as "old" until you're 87 or so. I can still see the young boy inside you every time you smile.

    Love you!


  4. Sarah:

    You make me smile with your loving comments. Your ten-day visit with us made me feel young again, because of your youthful, optimistic outlook on life.

    I only used old age in this poem because it rhymed with gauge and page. I actually feel 45, not 65. I felt like a boy as I was chasing those fireflies with my insect net the other night.

    Thanks again for your loyal support.




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