Memories of flowers


One of my earliest memories was with my dad. Bikes have always been a part of my life.  Dad would take us on rides, mostly in the country and always with a helmet.  I don’t remember this picture but I do remember the boy.  He always came around to play.  I didn’t have much use for boys back then but by the looks of this little chap I think he may have had a slight crush on me.

When I think about these rides with my dad I think of flowers.  I remember watching the Indiana landscape rush past my young eyes and I would dream about flying.

Whenever I smell flowers I always think about rides with my dad and memories of my youth.

 

JANET

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.

Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won’t last.

Do you run through each day

On the fly?

When you ask

How are you?

Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through your head?

You’d better slow down

Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won’t last.

Ever told your child,

We’ll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,

Let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call and say,

“Hi”You’d better slow down.

Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won’t last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like an unopened gift….Thrown away.

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.

PPCONLINE

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