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For SqueakyClean
(Plant Your Dream!)
This is inspired by a journey to the Blog site of SqeakyClean who shares some very nifty observations that tickle my fancy. Here's a poem from "Rekindling of Faith," my autobiography.
Date: 4/4/2006 12:44:02 AM ( 18 y ago)
If you haven't caught on to SqueakyClean,
I recommend a journey to her blog where
she makes some interesting Observations.
http://curezone.com/blogs/m.asp?f=640&i=11
I share with Squeaky the facination with
grocery shopping, and I am facinated by what people
buy.
There was an M.D. named John Tilden who
was into natural medicine during the early 20th century.
He was someone Dr. Bernard Jensen admired.
In his book called "Misscellaneous Writings,
he talks about watching people on a train
and what they ate for breakfast. He talked
about what they ate, and what it said about
their personality. I wish I could remember
more about that. It was very interesting.
Here is a poem from "Rekindling of Faith,"
my autobiography.
A Poem for Rollo
and a Burger Kind Kind of Guy
by Your Enchanted Gardener
This big fella, he was a Burger King kind of guy,
checked out in front of me
at the Safeway wearing a cap
like a caterpillar driver over this armored body
that looked like a clump of muscle.
He had a box of margarine;
for T.V. tonight, two wheaty-type
crackers they tell us build champions,
an economy bag of butterfingers
to counterbalance the dirty unseen hand
someone out there and life dealth him;
and a super sixe of Malt O'meal breakfast puffs
that at first glance looked like dry food for some dog
named Rollo with big paws and six feet long.
I just came from this Hilton Health show.
In my new openness
I was almost possessed to blurt out
"Doesn't eating that stuff
make you mad?" but he probably
would have knocked my block off if I did.
I looked inside him
and saw this angry little face
like those of missing children on milk cartons,
some lost for lack of a good home-cooked meal.
I did not speak. I walked up to him in my mind
and asked friendly like, "Have you a dog
named Rollo?" and left.
September 3, 1988
© 2006, Leslie Goldman, Your Enchanted Gardener
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