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Across the fields of golden grain,
among the rolling hills in view,
I feel the warmth on my back
as the Sun comes into view.
On this late Fall day,
I am in my truck, a 39 Ford,
ready to move close to the Combine,
that will soon be harvesting
the heads of golden wheat.
Driving along side, with grain filling
the truck bed, while the Combine
discharges the wheat stalks or chaff
out its back.
We stop just ahead, as I have
a full load. Drive out from the
field, over rutted ground to the
Main road, then back to town
where the Grain Elevator is.
I get in line, waiting my turn,
then on the scale to weigh my load.
Up to the elevator, where I use
my levers to raise up the bed
and dump out the wheat. It goes
down through the grate and into
storage to await processing.
The truck bed now empty,
I've dumped my whole load.
Back to the highway, then to the field,
as I repeat this task once more with ease.
Happy am I at the age of sixteen.

I tire of using a hateful word,
the writing of which, is so absurd.
Please Lord, I humbly beg of you,
help me; do what I need to do.
For the love of my beloved one,
is to bring, joy and some fun
to her for things she can see,
knowing they'll be lost in her memory.

Thomas Edison - (1847-1931) American inventor and businessman. He invented many devices in fields such as electric power generation, communication, sound recording, and motion pictures.

Hello, my lovely,
I said to her,
for her beauty
my heart did stir
and small talk poured
from my mouth.
As I rambled on,
with thoughts all gone,
as if numbed by Gin
and when no sound,
came from her lips,
I took a look, again
and found that I
had been talking to
an attractive mannequin.

Repeat

I need a reel,
tied to a thread,
that's hooked to those words
locked in my head.
A reel that makes nary a sound,
pulling the words, trite and profound
from the depth of my mind,
out to paper at hand,
helping me write, on demand.

I know the sound ahead of me.
I know it very well.
It is that slippery road,
Descending straight into Hell.

A flashing of light
across the night takes
takes me back to those
days when Searchlights
galore would brighten
your mind that a
new store was opening.
No TV, to speak of,
a limited choice,
to watch Kukla, Fran and Ollie,
followed by Stan Borenson
and perhaps some news.
One channel, King 5
was what I recall
with fuzzy black and white
pictures, no color at all.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Why is Betelgeuse fading? No one knows. Betelgeuse, one of the brightest and most recognized stars in the night sky, is only half as bright as it used to be only five months ago. Such variability is likely just normal behavior for this famously variable supergiant, but the recent dimming has rekindled discussion on how long it may be before Betelgeuse does go supernova. Known for its red color, Betelgeuse is one of the few stars to be resolved by modern telescopes, although only barely. The featured artist's illustration imagines how Betelgeuse might look up close. Betelgeuse is thought to have a complex and tumultuous surface that frequently throws impressive flares. Were it to replace the Sun (not recommended), its surface would extend out near the orbit of Jupiter, while gas plumes would bubble out past Neptune. Since Betelgeuse is about 700 light years away, its eventual supernova will not endanger life on Earth even though its brightness may rival that of a full Moon. Astronomers -- both amateur and professional -- will surely continue to monitor Betelgeuse as this new decade unfolds. Free Presentation: APOD Editor to show best astronomy images of 2019 -- and the decade -- in NYC on January 3

A lonely tear ran down his cheek,
through his beard so white.
A wayward tear kept sliding down,
during this sad and lonely night.
The thought of love that will be lost,
no matter what you tried to do.
A thought so sad of she, on this day;
her life would soon be through.

Cast out the light.
Light up my mind.
Help me help others.
Help me be kind.

Lieing close beside you,
your shoulder pillows my head.
Wondering if God is missing
in this troubling life we've led.
Holding you, in my arms,
I listen to you breathe
and know how hard it'll be
when God says to leave.

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