ANTICIPATION

ANTICIPATION
written by Rod Hatter
10/28/09
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Anxiety...
Winter is upon us,
tuck the Pan away,
maybe we will have sunshine,
sometime before May.
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Precipitation...
That is all you get,
most every winter day.
It used to never bother me,
when our skies were grey.
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Aging condition...
stiffness and aches.
This applies to both of us.
The Pan and I are both not young,
but live on...yes, we must.
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Exoneration...
leaves are turning green.
Sun is out, and flowers bloom,
things are stirring, and a movin'
you know it was never doom.
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Exhileration...
Check out the Pan's tires.
Kick her over once again.
Take her down and fill the tank,
and take her for a spin.
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Anticipation...
Get up off my ass.
Life is now so grand,
and bitching life is in the past.
so quit yer whinin'...Man!

The "Old Boys"

The "Old Boys"
written by Rod Hatter
started May 21, 2006
finished Dec. 26, 2011
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In my job I work with metal
In my job I work with wood.
In my job I work with concrete or fabric,
and I work whenever I should.
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I am a hard working craftsman,
don't work in haste... or for greed.
An honest days wage, for the day's work...
That's all that I feel I need.
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I learned my trade from "The Old Boys".
They taught me how to use tools.
They showed me how to pay attention,
and taught me not to act the fool.
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"The Old Boys"...they were real craftsman,
and what they did...was done with pride.
Those were the days when quality mattered.
They never let errors slide.
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Nowadays things seem different...
Nothing seems to function or last.
It's all about the almighty dollar,
We've forgotten lessons of past.
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We buy stuff that's made...across seven seas
....way off in some foreign lands.
Or made by machines...computers or robots...
and not by someone's hands...
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So don't forget "The Old Boys"
who cared about making things work.
When your new fangled thing has given up,
and you want to go quite beserk.
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If we could just get together...
and get back to making goods...
Made in the U.S. by "The Old Boys"...
performing...as those things should.
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Then we could all make a living,
...Working with quality...
satisfaction in just knowing,
things are as they should be...
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Not wasting our resources,
that Nature does provide...
but making stuff...that truely lasts...
filling us all with pride.
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Scribbling Day

Scribbling Day
written by Rod Hatter
Feb. 10, 2012
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Start to scribble...then a scroll~
Dotted lines...Curves that roll~
Thoughts came to me...while on ride...
Now those thoughts...my mind can't hide.
So I guess I'll jot them down...
Ponder on 'em...wayward bound...
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Wonder why the bugs are missin',
while the breeze...my face is kissin'?
Day is warm...so yes...they're out.
Some are little...Some have clout...
As I'm cruisin'...they swing by...
Have not caught one... as I fly.
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Been out riding...all day long...
Well? I think...Is something wrong?
Haven't seen a fool all day...
Other drivers yield my way.
Not one talking on their phone...
Felt no threats of broken bone...
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Gently speeding...not too fast...
Ooops...That was a cop I passed.
He just waves to slow me down...
No lights flash...No sirens sound.
As I pass he gives a smile :)
Karma held for many miles...
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Wow, this ride has been the best...
Nothing put me through a test...
Nature's grand, and weather nice...
As I soaked up highway's spice...
Life is good, and fate was kind...
Making thoughts roll through my mind.
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So my pen it starts to scribble...
'bout this day I could not quibble,
was a great day...for a ride...
Left me feeling warm inside.
*Note- To carry thoughts this day...
Letting their light... guide my way...
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Ride's Feast

Ride's Feast
written by Rod Hatter
Jan. 4th, 2012
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Simple pleasures I enjoy...keep my soul well fed.
Sights and sounds...tastes and flavors...filling up my head.
Joys I find...while going through...all my daily tasks.
Sip them...tasting those escapes...like they're from a flask.
They remind me...more to life...than just paying bills.
Give me fuel...and direction...reinforcing will.
So when chaos gets to me...Hunger's at my side...
I can dine on better things...go out for a ride.
Consume the wonders of the road...Nature's scenes and more...
Holding onto energy...as the belly roars...
Crank the heat up...wheels now spin...dreams become so crisp,
while the wind tries cooling down...with it's gentle wisps...
As the lanes beneath me heat...from the bike's great force...
Let them simmer...stretch it out____like the best main course.
Nature's put much on the plate...mountains, streams and desert...
Appetite is feeling nourished...ingredients well measured.
Now I'm stuffed...satisfied...savored this ride's stew...
Guess it's time to head on home...pop open a brew...
grab a seat...close my eyes...take a break and rest...
Ponder on what should get done?
Worries off my chest...