--my point of purchase friend--

  this is something i wrote for a barista, who made me feel
like the world was an good place to be...at least when
she was close by--
   she, and a few other "ladies of the coffee bean", are the
greatest(and i think they know it too)--

         --much love girls...much love...  :o) --



          --my point of purchase friend--

   i hope this card helps convey my appreciation for
what you do, each day, that helps me get going in
the morning--
     it's rare to meet a person who personifies the word
"good", without making an effort, or to have someone
warm you from the inside-out, with a look that says, "i
hope you're doing ok this morning"...
   what's even more miraculous, is that the whole process
of making my day, takes less than one minute--

                 ---i really appreciate it---

                                             best wishes...:o)


   (mf)

--why we serve--

                                                                                                                                         this is the card i sent(with the note to
the museum), after my visit--


 --why we serve--

    as you walk around in here, the weapons and other
instruments of war are interesting to look at, but, along-side
all that stuff, are the warriors, the main reason to come here...

    it's about them, it's about who they are, and why they serve,                    
so, why do they do it? who are they? what happens to them?...         
    first of all, people don't join the military so they can learn         
how to kill people, they join because they're thinking they can          
help somebody, and a person like that, is a beautiful person...
right?
    well, they take this beautiful person, and send them
somewhere truly horrible, and they tell them to "do the right
thing", which is why a lot of them come back a little mixed
up--
    but, it doesn't have to last, and that's partly up to you, if
you know a person who has served, maybe a relative, or a
friend, show your appreciation for their efforts to keep you safe--
    be understanding...maybe sometime you might be having breakfast
with someone like that, and when you ask them if they want some
more pancakes, they don't answer right away...it could be they're back
here, in one of these rooms, in a firefight, or some other tough situation,
that war provides--
    after the moment passes, you can take their hand, or just touch
them, to tell them you love them, or that you care, that you know
where they might have just been--
    if you do that, they might not come back here quite so much, or
when they do, it won't be for as long...at the very least, on memorial
day, you should go to the parade(if you can)--
    if you do, when the veterans go by, take off your hat, and cover
your heart, or salute(if you want to), because they deserve it, and it really
means a lot to them...
                                          --best wishes, and god bless--
                                                      (bill hawley)

(rd)

--thank-you card for veterans museum--

   this is a note i sent(with a card i made), to say thank-you, to the good folks at the museum, after my visit--


hello,
    i recently visited the museum, and i just wanted
to say, my experience there was excellent in every respect,
it brought back memories of my grandfather, who was
in the second world war--

   he was a great man, and served his country well, while
i was viewing one of the exhibits, a group of young people
came along, and someone was telling them about the war,
and weapons in that room...at that moment, i thought it would
be great if my grandfather could say a few words to them--

  he passed away some time ago, but i learned a lot from him
when i was young, by watching what he did, and how he did it...

   so, if he could, i think this is what he would have said about
the service...

   i wrote it down on this card, and if you could read it to just
one group of young people, i would be very grateful--

(rd)



          

--the veterans museum--

   i went to see the veterans museum in my town
a while back, here's something that came to mind
when i was there--


  is it the terrible things one man can do to another,
that makes him a man?
  or is it the things he can do easily,
but doesn't(out of kindness), that makes him great?--

 i believe it's the latter, but that's me...


(rd)



           

--the birth of our nation--

   i wrote this on the fourth of july, 2010


   --the birth of our nation--

  from fertile lands,
with endless possibilities, and an idea,
forged from strife, and hardship,
they were joined, and a miracle happened...
            --freedom--

                             --god bless america--

(mf)

--vantage point--

    i wrote this for a card, to a friend, after her husband
passed, whom i also knew well--


vantage point--

   when we see the best in all things, each one shines--
this is the way to see the world...
   and when we see it this way, all our good sides lighten
the shadows on our fair natures--
  the good, and the better, on the same face...

(mf)


     
   i said a toast for him later that evening as well,
here goes...

--to all my friends who couldn't be here, both on the
earth, and in it...much love--

--women are like wild flowers--

  i wrote this for all the special women in my life thus far,
whether they know it or not, they are never far from me,
in my head, and in my heart--


--women are like wild flowers--

   women are like wild flowers, because the beautiful part, what
you can see, isn't what makes it special--
   it's the roots, the heart of the flower, the place where all that
beauty comes from, that's important--
   see, not every women is a lady...it's not who she is, or how
much money she has, it's how she is, and how she carries herself,
that does--
 a person like that, shows us all, that if you value yourself, other
people will too...she's inspiring--
    anyhow, young men are in a real hurry to do everything...
 so, when a young man sees this beautiful wild flower on the side
of the road, he's more than likely going to just pick it, and run home--
    but before too long he's going to notice it's changed, and he'll put
in some water, or something, to try and fix it... not long after that, he'll see
it's gone, he's messed it up--
     but, a wise man, that happens upon that same flower, will be amazed,
he knows what the world is like, and he can't believe something so
beautiful could exist out there all by itself, and he'll worry someone
might come along and harm it--
    this man realizes, it's the root that makes it what it is...so, he'll
get just the right pot, and find just the right soil, and the perfect tool,
to ease it out of the earth--
      so, when he's all set, at the last moment, he'll hesitate, he's a brave
man, but he's scared to death he might harm this flower--
   in the end, he's just got to have it, and so he takes it home, so they can
always be together...

     it's worth noting, that these wild flowers have a peculiar habit, of
planting themselves on the roads that lead to the houses of men they like--
    but the truth is, there's been scarce few men, that have ever gotten
the flower home without messing it up...

   --a lady's heart is a special prize, only one person in the whole world can claim,
and that's why true love, is a kind of miracle, when it happens...

                                                      --best wishes, and god bless--

(rd)

--love happens when you're not looking--

    i wrote this for a valentine's day open poetry reading,
 at one of my favorite coffee shops(on valentine's day)--

--love happens when you're not looking--

love,
    it's nature's practical joke, the cosmos's wet-willy, or
perhaps an unwanted set of rabbit ears in your yearbook photo...
very personal, and very unexpected--
    this kind of magic is made with the heart, waved as a wand,
given to another, without expectations, or fear of rejection--
    it matters not, whom we love, so much as how we love them,
the deepest lovers cherish the whole person, for better, or for worse--

   today is the day we tip our hats, to those lucky few,
who have found each other...

              -- a happy valentine's day to all  :o) --

(rd)

--my dream-girl wears chuckies--

    something i wrote for a personal ad,
that got tampered with, somehow(i had to re-post it)--


she's tender, but mostly to me--
she's slender, but she doesn't see--
she's generous, so much, it makes me smile--
she's beautiful, and i love her style--
she's a lady, and she loves me--

(rd)

a beginning...

   first post, nothing comes to mind,
but i'm sure something will...at some point,
stay tuned folks--

(rd)