HOOTOWLRN's SparkPeople Blog http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal.asp?id=HOOTOWLRN HOOTOWLRN's Blog on SparkPeople, home of free diet plans and a healthy living community SparkPeople.com http://assets2.sparkpeople.com/assets/nav/logo_spark.gif http://www.sparkpeople.com/ Dear Thomas http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=2592701 Dear Thomas <BR> ~Ruth Kephart~ <BR> <BR> Dear Thomas; <BR> Two long months have passed <BR> since I last wrote to you. <BR> I miss you dear and life it’s been <BR> a struggle to get through. <BR> My Thomas, every night I pray <BR> for an ending to this war. <BR> I scarcely can remember now <BR> just what we’re fighting for. <BR> Each day another soldier dies; <BR> another widow weeps. <BR> Each night I reach to touch you not <BR> from in the depth of sleep. <BR> <BR> You’re now a dad, a ba... Fri, 27 Nov 2009 21:51:40 EST Goodbye dear friend http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=2219926 Yesterday, July 10th, I had to put one of my shetland sheepdogs and a dear, dear friend to sleep. I miss her so much and so does my other shetland sheepdog ( her daughter )> She was a great dog and I'm sure I'll never own another like her. My sister Vicky (wantstocruise) wrote this for me. <BR> <BR> <img src="http://photos-ak.sparkpeople.com/9/3/b938466377.jpg"> <BR> Curtain Call <BR> <BR> We didn’t know you as a pup <BR> We got you fully grown <BR> But it only took us minutes <BR> To love... Sat, 11 Jul 2009 08:07:33 EST The Valentine http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=2133630 <img src="http://photos-ak.sparkpeople.com/9/4/b943791694.jpg"> <BR> <BR> The Valentine <BR> -Ruth Kephart- <BR> <BR> It was just a simple valentine, a red and purple heart, <BR> cut out and pasted lovingly, one day in children’s art. <BR> The message written carefully said simply ‘I love you’ <BR> in childish, block letters of crayola midnight blue. <BR> <BR> The rough and crooked edges had been tattered more with time <BR> and the old construction paper bore small prints in yellow grim... Mon, 8 Jun 2009 13:55:08 EST You Can't Buy Time http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=2133563 <img src="http://photos-ak.sparkpeople.com/3/3/b337605841.jpg"> <BR> You Can’t Buy Time <BR> -Ruth Kephart- <BR> <BR> <BR> A greedy king of untold wealth <BR> who lived alone - kept to himself - <BR> collected clocks of every kind <BR> inside his castle, so refined. <BR> <BR> He spent his money left and right <BR> indulging in his own delight <BR> but never lent a helping hand <BR> to those misfortuned in his land. <BR> <BR> He wound each timepiece day and night <BR> and rarely saw the m... Mon, 8 Jun 2009 13:37:10 EST Absolution http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=1833576 <img src="http://photos-ak.sparkpeople.com/3/0/b308132420.jpg"> <BR> <BR> Absolution <BR> ~Ruth Kephart~ <BR> <BR> The poet sits in dim lit den; <BR> his gnarled fingers grasp his pen; <BR> a simple tool of common men; <BR> his sword of truth that tells no lies. <BR> <BR> Unsteady hand slowly records <BR> his life, his legacy of words. <BR> Each line compels him to move towards <BR> the facts - his need to justify. <BR> <BR> He wants to make his story known; <BR> the tale that caused hi... Thu, 26 Feb 2009 22:48:29 EST In The Willows Tonight http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=1452526 photo copyright of Ruth Kephart <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> In The Willows Tonight <BR> ~Ruth Kephart~ <BR> <BR> The wind through the willows whispers tonight <BR> In a soft complement to the tawny moonlight. <BR> Two headstones, two graves, each laid side by side; <BR> He once was her groom and she was his bride. <BR> <BR> A hoot-owl sings solo, his passionate song <BR> Echoes each night until long after dawn. <BR> The carpet of grass laid upon every tomb <BR> Becomes their own dance floor - w... Wed, 10 Sep 2008 21:56:09 EST A Faded Photograph http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=1430550 <BR> <BR> A Faded Photograph <BR> ~Ruth Kephart~ <BR> <BR> Scattered fragments fall in wisps <BR> from aged and weathered fingertips. <BR> His calloused digits hold a pen <BR> they’ve clasped before, time and again. <BR> His mind, once sharp, now seems so dull. <BR> Though mem’ries come, there’s still a lull, <BR> a gentle fog to ease the pain <BR> that wrinkled brow beneath its strain. <BR> <BR> The years have flown, but not been kind; <BR> they’ve left their mark on health and mind, <BR... Fri, 29 Aug 2008 22:26:33 EST I have little faith in the color pink http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=1347552 <BR> <BR> I have little faith in the color pink <BR> ~Ruth Kephart~ <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> I have little faith in the color pink <BR> nor do I trust those two blue lines <BR> that promise maternity <BR> making me spend mornings <BR> bent <BR> hugging porcelain thrones <BR> <BR> I have become a skeptic <BR> of two-tone ultrasound pictures <BR> that show life <BR> - in a small beating heart <BR> then twenty weeks later <BR> mock its existence <BR> <BR> and I’ve come to... Sun, 20 Jul 2008 21:54:24 EST And Life Goes On http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=1336379 <BR> <BR> And Life Goes On <BR> (For the babies of 9/11/2001) <BR> ~Ruth Kephart~ <BR> <BR> The world, in shock, could not believe <BR> While I, in silence, softly grieved <BR> He and the child he’d helped conceive <BR> For life went on <BR> <BR> He just buried in the tomb <BR> I held his child, safe in my womb <BR> Though feared the future’s unknown gloom <BR> But life went on <BR> <BR> Deep in the winter’s discontent <BR> While bitter memories left me spent <BR> Unnoticed, the days ca... Tue, 15 Jul 2008 17:09:56 EST From Underneath The Willow http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=1305907 <BR> from underneath the willow <BR> ~Ruth Kephart~ <BR> <BR> from underneath the willow <BR> you dance for me <BR> ephemeral vision <BR> stilling my heart - already cold <BR> <BR> your laughter mimics <BR> staccato beat of evening cicadas <BR> and I stretch to catch <BR> one more moment <BR> till all is lost <BR> in moonlight’s sorrow <BR> <BR> withered pink petals <BR> lay in disarray <BR> <BR> roses on your grave <BR> unnourished <BR> by mother’s tears <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> <... Tue, 1 Jul 2008 14:28:56 EST Of Wanton Muse http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=1293385 Of Wanton Muse <BR> ~Ruth kephart~ <BR> <BR> With muted words of long ago <BR> Speaks muse to me in loving flow. <BR> He brings to life lost inspiration <BR> From depths beyond my own creation. <BR> I hear his voice in clarity, <BR> This calm, elusive deity, <BR> And feel his breath, hot on the breeze, <BR> It brings me trembling to my knees. <BR> <BR> I answer, lost beyond all doubt, <BR> As words on paper tumble out; <BR> And clasp my pen of gilded gold <BR> In search of something real to... Wed, 25 Jun 2008 14:41:49 EST A Map Of The World http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=1279320 A Map Of The World <BR> ~Ruth Kephart~ <BR> <BR> He locked me in irons <BR> And threw out the key. <BR> You broke chains that held me, <BR> Setting me free. <BR> <BR> He caged me with cruelty; <BR> Left me to die. <BR> You healed broken wings <BR> And taught me to fly. <BR> <BR> He fed me his lies <BR> Till I withered, was doomed. <BR> You nourished my soul <BR> And watched as I bloomed. <BR> <BR> He judged me unjustly. <BR> You pardoned the crime. <BR> He put me away. <BR> You served out... Wed, 18 Jun 2008 21:34:53 EST The Big C http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=1235136 The Big C <BR> ~Ruth Kephart~ <BR> <BR> I took out the pictures <BR> of Christmas preceding <BR> just to see you - <BR> smiling and whole <BR> <BR> only a year has past <BR> and here you are <BR> a fragment of yourself <BR> wasted and waning <BR> an apparition <BR> gaunt and ghostly - <BR> chemo and radiation <BR> now a part of your everyday <BR> vocabulary and sometimes <BR> I can’t seem to find the words <BR> <BR> we spent last Christmas <BR> planning futures <BR> but never planned fo... Wed, 28 May 2008 20:17:21 EST Reflections From A Cemetery In Gettysburg ( In Honor Of Memorial Day ) http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=1226814 Reflections From A Cemetery In Gettysburg <BR> ~Ruth Kephart~ <BR> <BR> The breeze blows softly o’er the field <BR> Where brothers fought and then were killed <BR> Both blue and gray their red blood spilled <BR> Upon the sacred ground <BR> <BR> “Fight to the death!” their solemn vow <BR> “Injustice we will not allow!” <BR> But cannon’s roar is silent now <BR> There’s not a single sound <BR> <BR> I hoist a flag above the sea <BR> Of crosses - white as white can be - <BR> Though they waged w... Sat, 24 May 2008 09:58:59 EST When I Was But Thirteen Or So http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=1224546 When I Was But Thirteen Or So <BR> ~Ruth Kephart~ <BR> <BR> When I was but thirteen or so, <BR> I still had dreams and even though <BR> They were both lofty and obscure <BR> I still believed they could occur. <BR> When I was but thirteen. <BR> <BR> When I was twenty-one years old, <BR> These dreams, though less, were still quite bold <BR> And I, with energy to spare, <BR> Believed my will would get me there. <BR> When I was twenty-one. <BR> <BR> When I was forty-four and grown, <BR> I stro... Thu, 22 May 2008 22:31:25 EST Dear Ruth Marie/ Dear Thomas http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=1217883 ( I know this will be really long but these two simply have to be posted together as you'll see - and even though they're long they read quickly) <BR> <BR> <BR> Dear Ruth Marie <BR> ~Ruth Kephart~ <BR> <BR> Dear Ruth Marie, <BR> The days are long <BR> without you by my side. <BR> The enemy draws closer now <BR> and fear is hard to hide. <BR> Our squad lost three good men last night. <BR> I still can hear their cries <BR> and see the wounds etched in my mind <BR> each time I clos... Mon, 19 May 2008 22:50:48 EST In The Willows Tonight http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=1206118 In The Willows Tonight <BR> ~Ruth Kephart~ <BR> <BR> The wind through the willows whispers tonight <BR> In a soft complement to the tawny moonlight. <BR> Two headstones, two graves, each laid side by side; <BR> He once was her groom and she was his bride. <BR> <BR> A hoot-owl sings solo, his passionate song <BR> Echoes each night until long after dawn. <BR> The carpet of grass laid upon every tomb <BR> Becomes their own dance floor - where love is in bloom. <BR> <BR> For here in the darkn... Tue, 13 May 2008 20:26:04 EST Dear Poet http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=1203252 Dear Poet <BR> ~Ruth Kephart~ <BR> <BR> Dear Poet, <BR> I have tried to write you <BR> many times before <BR> in hopes that you may know the answers <BR> I’ve been searching for. <BR> Like did the earth begin to tremble <BR> when you found true love? <BR> And on the night that you first kissed, <BR> did moonbeams shine above? <BR> Or did it hurt the day she left you <BR> for some other man? <BR> And can a heart that’s once been broken <BR> ever love again? <BR> <BR> Dear Poet is it really... Mon, 12 May 2008 14:09:38 EST The Jonquils Bloomed Today http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=1199808 The Jonquils Bloomed Today <BR> ~Ruth Kephart~ <BR> <BR> The jonquils bloomed today. <BR> March’s flower, they hid, <BR> deep beneath the snow, <BR> awaiting the first warm breath of April. <BR> <BR> My garden lies in disarray; <BR> rose bushes in need of pruning <BR> and irises stagnant <BR> under mounds of crumpled oak leaves <BR> and a weathered Styrofoam cup <BR> that wintered storms tucked <BR> between the sedums and daylilies. <BR> <BR> I dug the jonquils out last fall, <BR> each a... Sat, 10 May 2008 15:39:09 EST Perfection http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=1192897 For my sisiter, wants2cruise, who is as perfect as they come :) <BR> <BR> Perfection <BR> ~Ruth Kephart~ <BR> <BR> Perfection seems to be the latest trend. <BR> A quest that some will follow to no end. <BR> We paint our nails we cut and dye our hair; <BR> Fill closets up with clothes we’ll never wear. <BR> <BR> Some spend their waking hours at the gym, <BR> To make less perfect bodies tone and trim, <BR> While others opt for plastic surgery - <BR> A nip a tuck - new looks come easily. <BR>... Wed, 7 May 2008 08:57:19 EST A Faded Photograph http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=1173636 <BR> <BR> A Faded Photograph <BR> <BR> Scattered fragments fall in wisps <BR> from aged and weathered fingertips. <BR> His calloused digits hold a pen <BR> they’ve clasped before, time and again. <BR> His mind, once sharp, now seems so dull. <BR> Though mem’ries come, there’s still a lull, <BR> a gentle fog to ease the pain <BR> that wrinkled brow beneath its strain. <BR> <BR> The years have flown, but not been kind; <BR> they’ve left their mark on health and mind, <BR> and with the passi... Mon, 28 Apr 2008 20:02:04 EST