The Choir of Meadowlark Hill

2 21 2013 The Tree

 

It began with a glimmer, a sliver of light.

In a matter of minutes the glow was right.

And the Meadowlark sang its song.

 

Another Lark………… another, again.

A feathery chorus was now on hand

As The Boy mimicked their song .

More Meadowlarks sang along.

And The Boy became a man.

 

The Year was not New. It was warm,

There was dew as the day took form

Like a voice from Heaven

The boy of eleven,

Joined the choir of Meadowlark Hill.

 

This morning was more than  a  day in the life,

This newborn man

Met the day now rife

With the pleasance of Trill

On The Hill of The Larks.

On The Hill of The Man.

A  humble young Man

Said Thank You.

 

Thank You  he said again.

Again and again and again.

 

By Lee Broom

The Tortoise

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Paraphrased is a statement that I made on 10 12 2011 from the lectern at a weekly meeting of a  men’s group whose goals are spiritual in nature.

I believe that The Will of Everything in the Natural World including Man is in fact the Will of God expressed through the Arms and Legs and Wings of the World as we know it.

I was booed and voices shouted out demanding that I be seated.

I returned to my seat.

I went home and rhymed myself a poem.

I posted my poem on the Internet the following Sunday.

I present it once again here today on a newer blog site with improved punctuation.

 

THE TORTOISE

This wasn’t a first for me, Oh no; I’ve been booed before.

But boo they did and if again I deign to take the floor

I’ll bare my soul and quote no page

But those on which I write.

And right or wrong, I’ll live my life

Directed toward The Light.

 

I choose to be the Tortoise. The World can be my Hare.

Whatever it takes to be myself is all I have to share.

So round them up my brothers, practice till you soar.

Consensus is the plan it seems,

For those whose plans are merely schemes

And Might is Right (it’s done in teams)

I’ve heard the Lion’s Roar.

 

From Leadership. A Love Story
By Lee Broom.

To Betty With Love. (Nobody has all the answers.)

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How many millions are in a trillion?

How many leaves in a forest?

How many souls exist in forever?

How many came before us?

Where is it written?  Where are the answers?

Where is the Heavenly Chorus?

When did the Big Bang Beget the Beginning?

Is the answer there before us?

What if I told you I knew all along?

What if you held a Thesaurus?

A new interrogative might have an answer

Or perhaps it would simpuhly bore us.

By Lee Broom

One, Two, Three, Whoopee.

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My life is just perfect

Except for two things,

The power of love

And the Knowledge it brings

If only I knew how to go back in time

I’d be fine.

 

I’d push and I’d pull

I’d never be late

I’d look around for the perfect mate

If only I knew how to fly like a bird

I’d be fine.

Oh for a glass of wine.

Mind if I sit here? My name is Abner.

Curious Abner.

I’m a recovering orphan of the Big Hazy.

What’s your name.

Tribute to Danny Williams, an Old Friend. Published in This and That Newsletter by Butch Bridges.

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Oklahoma’s greatest radio and TV broadcaster, and a legend in his own time, passed away this week in Oklahoma City. One of my first memories of Danny Williams was watching him on our black and white TV when he did his 3-D Danny kid’s show.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YdxWJKOCHI

And I will never forget his antics when Danny was the announcer for his Live Wrestling Show from the stockyards coliseum in OKC in the 60s. I searched the internet trying to find one of those old episodes, but couldn’t find any online.

Below is a great information site on Danny Williams and his career starting in the 40s.

http://www.dddynamo.com/main.html

Below is a link to Danny’s guest on his last day on the air, John Bennett.  Most of you will remember Oklahoma Chef John Bennett submitting his fruit and nut cake recipe last November.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xklM3LikLfw

Danny’s last broadcast after 61 years in the business was on August 28, 2008.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lc2jimUZQ78

The following is a link to an interview Danny Williams did just a couple years before his death. This interview is about an hour long, but it is the most interesting interview you’ll ever listen to, as he answers questions his about his start in broadcasting and continuing to present day, some very serious, and some comical with a laugh or two. I got several chuckles out of Danny’s interview, and felt like I was right there with him. I really loved this interview.

http://www.voicesofoklahoma.com/danny_williams.html

Family members said friends and fans are welcome to attend a special memorial service at 2 p.m. Sunday at the Oklahoma Historical Society to celebrate his life and career.

Those Pointy Toed Shoes

2 21 2013 exterior of Boneveture

I own and frequently wear a pair of shoes that often draw curious glances from friends who know me to be choosy in my selection of apparel. Recently, a pal of mine, who like my long-since departed parents spent most of his career working in the garment industry, asked me. “Lee, what’s with the retro look?”

“Retro?”

“The shoes you’re wearing; where on earth did you find those pointy toed shoes?”

During the Seventies, Nordstrom Department Stores assembled a promotional package to test the Phoenix market.  It included round-trip airfare with the newly formed Southwest Airlines, Friday and Saturday nights at the Bonaventure Hotel, Los Angeles, two lavish breakfasts rivaling the Vegas buffets of the day and generous discounts. I took part in the maiden voyage which left me with wonderful memories.

Atop one of the hotel towers was a park with trees and grass and hotel staff pampering and pandering about and pigeons to distract us from the tacky looking view of older, seedier tenements less than a block away. I compared this event with similar trips I occasionally took to Las Vegas in those years which included young, attractive people of both sexes apparently hired as shills to engage us in friendly banter as we pored over the hundred-dollar shirts and the Ballys and Cole Hahns in the leather footwear departments.

I smiled at the question and replied.  “At Nordstrom, John; I bought them at Nordstrom.”