Originally posted on Ron Lanham Writing: These are a few American cinquain.? I like the rhythm of these. *Some harsh language* ? Hello Girl my old friend How are you, I am fine Do you recall the love we shared Me too ? In there You will find it How much do you require Take…Lanham Cinquain
Rebuilding my station
After many years away from amateur radio, I am slowly adding back equipment. I had sold all of my radios and I gave away antennas, and station accessories, that weren’t homebrew. Given my current QTH (place of residence), I am limited on the types and numbers of antenna’s I can deploy. As I live in […]Rebuilding my station
Being surrounded by my children, is joy.
What's new? How is school? Together.
A calm only home...can bring.
Loving embraces, happy
Cherishing the time
Defeat in the Air
The way his body slumped, crumpling where he stood. Head down and his eyes seemed to burn the ground. I knew the news he received, even though I couldn’t hear it, wasn’t good. Even 20 yards or so away I could feel the defeat in the air, gnawing and burning. Leaving a wish that somehow […]Defeat in the Air
In the morning
So grand, lending a hand
Waking me up, refreshing too
Laundry, stout and bold
Fresh, warm and clean, folded too
It remains dark, gloomy, and cool. Rain is falling. There is refuge inside with work. And a bit of radio today. Using DMR and my VHF/UHF radio to chat on the repeaters. Thanks for stopping by and enjoy the day
Gray sky above us
Rain gently falling, around
Peaceful though, truly
As she told her story, he was captured. Fully immersed in her descriptions and reminiscences. The porch she described, he could hear the creaking as people moved around it. The laughter and gentle breeze that moved across the gathering. The snapping of pole beans readied for canning. The fresh baked goodness of pie floating on the air. He took a sip of coffee, and she continued filling his mind with pleasant scenes from her time, down in the holler. He could almost taste the sweet iced tea her mother in law was famous for. Her recollection of simpler days, if impossible and romanticized, were in stark contrast to the harsher reality facing them in the here and now.