In the beginning there is excitement,
Passion for the idea of new,
Dreams run wild, and possibilities fierce with endlessness.
Who could we be, what will we learn
And how will we survive, thoughts rush yet breath is pensive
All the while, feeling lost on a speedway with experienced drivers,
Each thought jockeying for position in the line of importance.
All new, all fresh, all encompassing.
Plans made, vast space for the fast-paced.
Then reality strikes, the work begins, yet the fruits of labor hum, hold tight to all things precious.
The overall simplicity of how life is,
goes unnoticed,
work looked back upon as tactile and real, as callouses are worn, scars heal, and the unknown remains in existence, yet
there’s beauty in the sun rising.
History made minute by minute, choices lead to new places, and growth persevers in the name of passion.
Why wouldn’t you?
– Learning –
a collection of photos and poems.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
So many new adventures, followed by hard work. They added up to a lot, though.
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So true, Dan. I adore this piece of artwork. I’m amazed at the humble beginnings of our nation.
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I remember my first day of grad school. I was so excited and then came the hours of work. Your poem describes it very well.
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Yes. As my son prepares for law school I’m taken aback by the notion he has the summer to unwind. From what I gather, he should be reading about 100 pages a day just to prepare.
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Gotta know when to hold em’, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away and know when to run. Plenty of time for countin’ when the dealing’s done. Long way of saying he may be right to rest. All hell breaks lose the first day.
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Love that song – and it’s sooooo true, Butch. ♡
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I hope it places things in perspective.
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Absolutely it does.
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Excellent
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A great game of sorts.
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😊
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