Category: Notes to Readers

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Growing old gracefully

Sojourn Poetry

There are a few things I have learned
in my travels and as I have matured.

The more education and degrees I earned
the more I realized how little I really knew.

Lots of work experience in different fields
does not necessarily work in one’s favor.

There is value in growing up and staying in one community
for you shall know its history and people.

There is value in moving and migrating to other communities
for you shall experience a bigger world, its residents and culture.

What I have done is not as important as what I am doing,
and I am not as important as I think I am.

It is a very humble feeling to realize
humans are just a speck of sand in the grand scheme of the universe.

And yet, we each are a unique speck of sand
and we are all connected.

Brent

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I am missing you again

Sojourn Poetry

You backed out the drive, turned the wheels,
put it in drive and started out the neighborhood.

I gave a “missing you already” wave,
and you gave one back.

Our business and travels have kept us apart,
but our hearts and spirits are one.

For soul mates such as us, there is no parting,
only a missing piece.

Brent

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Temperature change

Sojourn Poetry

Colorado-camping-23

The coolness of the high altitude campground
required layers of clothing for warmth.
Packed and ready, I motorcycled down
the mountain on a gravel road towards civilization.

The warmth of the valley provided only a temporary
relief from the coolness, for the mountain pass lay ahead.
RVs and semi trucks lumbered up the steep grade
as the coolness returned and dropped even colder.

At the top of Monarch Pass, I did not stop.
I motored on towards lower altitude
and warmer temperatures.
Finally, I was able to remove layers of clothing.

Miles later, on the eastern plains of Colorado,
I motored through the town of Lamar
and noticed the sign on the bank
flashing time and a temperature of 102 degrees.

Brent