To my father, Lt.Col.Nathan B.Bluestone, MD (1905-1948) who, from the beaches of Normandy to Berlin, never forgot that he was a healer.
It's Veteran's Day;
We are told to remember;
How can I forget?
We are told to remember;
How can I forget?
Sun is just rising;
Silence inside and outside;
No birds; no squirrels.
Silence inside and outside;
No birds; no squirrels.
A door through a door;
Portals in and out of barn;
Cow moos in darkness.
Portals in and out of barn;
Cow moos in darkness.
Light breaks on the trees
Illuminating the woods;
True morning glory!
Illuminating the woods;
True morning glory!
Puddle in a stream--
Is that an oxymoron?
It's so very still.
Is that an oxymoron?
It's so very still.
My shadow leads me;
I will follow it today.
(We are so attached).
I will follow it today.
(We are so attached).
Down the mountain side:
Misty faint lit hall of trees--
Ephemeral door.
Misty faint lit hall of trees--
Ephemeral door.
Shadows in the woods
Are sharp as the morning sun,
And just as fickle.
Are sharp as the morning sun,
And just as fickle.
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