Jim

 So many memories that are now down the road.

Sixty or more years of friendship,

That carries a lot of credit.

The good Ol' days they say,

That was the yesterday's,

The todays and tomorrows

Can be just as good.

Kicked back and taking in life.

One day at a time

That was you, Jim.

We could always hear you say. 

"Let's go fishing" "Wanna go for a ride."

Gotta gets to work, make some money.

Jim, you loved life.

You loved people.

Young and old.

You loved to laugh.

And make people laugh.

You had a nick name that fit you well.

"Too Tall"

People that knew you. knew why the name fit.

You were from the heart.

Always time for family

Time for friends.

Jim you're at peace now, no more pain.

Walking in the Kingdom of Heaven.

Never "Too Tall" for your family and friends.

Going to miss Ya' good buddy...

Michael VanDyke C@ 2023

 

Seagull

 I hear the Seagull cackle away

How come you're so far inland

Did you run astray....

Their feathers of white, sometimes grey

Glissen in the sunlight

As they are in flight

Dipping their wings as the winds blow....

Where are you going

Where have you been

Now you fly to the skies

Against the horizon

Letting the winds glide you away....

I'll see you today

Will I see you tomorrow....

Will you take flight

Heading back to where you belong

The ocean of blue

The sky with clouds of white

And blue horizons beyond....

Seagull get up and fly away

Nobody knows where you are going

Nobody knows where you have been....

Michael VanDyke @C 2023

My Eyes see...

 I see the eagle high on its perch.

Taking flight with its wings spread wide.

A hawk with its lightning speed.

Its wings pulled back as its slithers the sky.

The bison below grazing on grass, moving with the wind, keeping the bugs at bay.

I see the stream as it flows, currents headed north.

The fish at ease flicking their tails as they break from travel.

As you look up to the skies, the clouds of white, blend in with the blue.

I can hear the wind as it blows through the wild crested wheat, its greens turning to gold.

There are no roads as far as I can see.

It's just nature running free.

The peace, the quiet.

The background of the mountains, with caps of white, with tips of green from the trees below.

I'll walk this walk, of prairies below.

Making my own paths for my boots to go.

Michael VanDyke @C 2023

Charish

 There's a destiny for all.

Some will achieve it.

Many will just dream it.

Don't shy away from what your heart wants.

It's the spirit of the soul.

Love forms from the heart.

It can grow into a spectacular gratification of life.

Or get torn apart from miscommunications of life.

I see two people that connected.

By their spirit, their souls.

Their love came from a seed, growing day by day.

Being cultivated by friendship, honesty and compassion.

The gentle touches of life.

Words of encouragement.

Life in peace, tranquility.

They made it happen.

Life is a road.

Some roads are smooth, some rough.

But you walk it together.

You make it work, together.

The world is ours, for the taking.

We can have what we want.

Just go get it.

Grab life to its fullest.

Love to the fullest.

Cry, talk, sing, to the fullest.

Love is there, we all see it.

Keep it, cherish it.

Repeat it every waking moment.

Love isn't hard to do.

Love isn't lost.

Love finds you.

Charish your life together.

Charish the love that found you both.

The sun rises, the sun sets.

Your spirits are a long for the ride.

Of your love, your honesty, your compassion.

Embrace life together.

Embrace forever more...

Michael VanDyke @C 2023 

Riverside

 As I look, I see the old dead fir laying over the creek.

It's cold waters flowing from the mountains above.

The ripples created from the rocks below.

The pines so tall, it blocks out the blue sky.

The berry bushes and undergrowth blanket the forest floor.

The trout, the salmon swimming the currents, finding a deep pool to relax and rest.

The edges of the creek dressed in rocks, small to boulder.

Birds flying ever so low, squirrels and other critters playing around.

The sounds of the forest creek, it's song of nature playing its tune.

I dip the water ever so cold, from the ice and snow of the mountains above.

Butterflies looking for wildflowers, stopping here and there, their pretty colors of orange and gold.

I take in the beauty of it all.

Watching the shadows of the water from the bugs swimming by.

The sun, it's peeking out as I sit under the limbs of trees, casting their shadows of coolness as I sit on a log.

The breeze is of chill with the smell of smoke from the camp fires above.

Michael VanDyke   C@ 2023

Grandma's swing..

 In church today, our Pastor was telling us a story about the old swing sets from the 1960's....

Reminded me of Grandma Clara VanDyke's swing set..

She had Dad, Willis and Henry make it for her, out of oilfield pipe!

It was heavy duty stuff and hurt if you smacked your head on it!

The boys usually did, (horsing around and all) ...

Don't know about the girls....

It was the shiniest black paint, oil base paint. I'm sure and I would bet it was from the oilfields too...LOL

Grandma thought something was up when her boys didn't fuss about making the swing set for us grandkids...

Then one day, while swinging and playing on the set, Henry came driving in with a trk and pulled over to the swing set, told all of us to get off!

He unhooked the chains from the top pipe bar, put them aside and flipped the rack into his trk..

Grandma came out of the house, yelling, asking, what was he doing??

Henry says, Mom we are pulling an engine out of a car, we need this engine hoist...

Grandma was right, they built it for pulling engines, but kept it at Grandmas for a swing set for us kids, till it was time to use it!

Grandma yells at him, as he is pulling out of the yard, "Bring it back when your done", Henry yelling and waving,Ya' Ya' Ya'.........

All reactions:other

The Knapping Pile

The Knapping Pile... 

As we drove up, I could see the glister of obsidian glass.

A pile so huge, we knew it was a Knapper's party pile.

A Glass Buttes Knapper's party pile.

As I walked the pile with camera in hand, and maybe a bucket or two, I seen the beauty of nature's natural glass.

From the volcanos and their flows as they erupted, giving us every color that they offered, laying in that pile.

Mahagany, Leopard skin, Rainbow, Aura Borealis, Black Lace, Double Flow, Triple Flow, Crazy Lace, some Red Ribbon too.

How many Knapper's were there to make a pile so magnificent and beautiful.  

How many chairs sat on that pile of glass, we call obsidian.

Knapper's chipping away at the obsidian, bring beauty for all to see.

Maybe a point, blade, spear head, or anything that came to mind.

The stories that were spoken, the stories that were heard.

Imagine the laughter and good times they had chipping away and enjoying the lost art of yesterday.

I collected some of these pieces, that glimmered in the sun.

Will pass them off to family and friends, with this story told.

As I turn from the pile and walk away, I took one more look to see the reflections of obsidian laying so far away from everybody and everything.

Amongst the trees of green, Skies of blue, sage of grey.

Coyotes howling for all to go away.

A pile nobody will ever see, except the Knapper's chipping away.

Michael VanDyke C@ 2023