Category Archives: family

On the Bus

On the Bus

By David Smith August 4, 2017

 

The hum of the engine; the motor on roar

Excitement on a bus, downtown Welland in store

Slithering through the residential streets

On the open highway; the traffic so neat

 

Just to observe and look around

People the difference, where young and old are found

Conversation with kids, seats on fenders

And the elderly, nimble, and splendour

A fabric of the community to interact

On a city bus where cross roads are at

 

A different perspective than driving a car

And being impatient where roads are a jar

On the bus, barriers are down

People communicate from all around

 

The shuffle of families, getting off and on

People the resource where a community is shone

What a resource to tap into, No Doubt

Public transportation, increase awareness throughout

What a joy, relaxing it seems

A ride on the bus, what experience means

Old and Young

Old and Young

By David Smith June 13, 2017

 

The very young and the very old

Come together, enthusiasm to unfold

What a treat where old meets new

Mind stimulation, with bonds that grew

To make sense out of this and that

People with dementia deal where it’s at

 

Childhood memories come to mind

Old and ridged becomes soft and kind

A day care mixes with a retirement home

Food for thought as ideas roam

Motor skills of children and what elderly go through

What a joy to mix old and new

 

Visualize how old and young respond

The interconnection how they fit and bond

Remarkable how the mix is great

Young and old meet their fate

The very young and the very old

Create the passion, a story to be told

Inspired by Metropolitan Fountain Pen

Inspired by Metropolitan Fountain Pen

By David Smith January 1, 2016

 

A Metropolitan Fountain pen I hold in my hand

Learning how to write, with a creative stand

To form the words with the alphabet, we see

Pass it on to children, with great, possibility

Back to basic writing to let the ink flow

From the glass bottle to the lined paper, the mechanics to get to know

Study each letter and how it is shaped

Yet, know the thought patterns, as it flows so great

A true art to write as words flow on the page

Developing a story, as phrases form on each stage

Words, to sentences, to paragraphs, no doubt

The art of writing, a skill throughout

To pass on to grandchildren, that is my dream

Developing skills, to teach it, I mean

Get back to basics with “A” “B” and “C”

Write it with flair, the possibility
What a joy! Thoughts as they flow

Loading a pen, basic mechanics to know

The ink, from the bottle, and out though the pen

Document your life, what a message to send

A fountain pen flowing with ink and thought

Imagination, to capture a lot

Boredom is an asset

Boredom is an asset

By David Smith December 1, 2016

 

If kids can only realize being bored is part of life

To sit back and breathe the air with splendour and with might

Enjoy the boredom.  The flowing of thoughts

In digesting life, what our experiences, have brought

 

Being bored is the best way to be.

To search within for fulfillment, an eye opener to see

That is the joy, to be bored, and entertained

Tap within, a resource, on how we gained

 

What makes my personality tick? My accomplishments and fears

And being bored, that pause, can have fulfilment to my years

Take the time to study deep,

Our complex nature, for our desires, so sweet

 

Being bored is wonderful, to smell the coffee, no doubt

Studying internal thoughts, where desires come about.

Continually being active, no time to digest

To appreciate life, for complete happiness

If kids can only realize being bored, is a pause

To be comfortable in their skin is reason for applause

 

Generations of Emotion

Generations of emotion

by David Smith October 3, 2016

3 Generations

Think of  grandchildren growing up.

The pitter-patter of little feet and romping  O so much

Learning to speak and the increase in words

Mispronunciation as life gives us curves

 

the memory of grandchildren, little people I see

how they entertain is well beyond me

seeing their future, a wedding down the road

challenges in life, may be a heavy load

 

Looking at my picture, when I was a lad

thinking of my grandparents and my mom and dad

My great grandmothers’, anchors of hope

Though their experiences we learn how to cope

From this photo of me, time moves so fast

sixty five years now, youth did not last

 

Covering a span from one generation to the next

The history in families is so perplex

change in technology, pictures say it all

The capture of memory may be our downfall

To dwell on the past like a rear view mirror

Family history is reason to hear

That vision ahead, a future to see

It is the past, keeps rolling back at me

 

The sounds of my grandchildren and my mother’s tears

emotion in memory we hold so dear

His First Car

His First Car

by David Smith August 29, 2016

 

For a young man just starting out

His first car is reason to shout

The hum of the engine, like a mountain lion in heat

With all its flaws, it’s the meaning that’s neat

The first set of wheels, with a motor that hums

It’s independence, where responsibility comes

 

It’s a picture of independance the breaking away

In search of a family, to be married some day

the Chick Magnet of life, to slow down and troll

To fill in the passenger seat

to be on a roll

 

That is the joy

The excitement in the air

Four wheels and an engine

to steer everywhere

 

For a young man just starting out

The first car, dreams and aspirations,

what life is about

 

A Tribute to my Dad

A Tribute to my Dad

By David Smith, June 14, 2016

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My dad was smart. His limitations he knew

And even his strengths, they were solid and true

 

A writer he became, his stories were grand

Foundations for many speeches, on Toastmasters I stand

Did not realize his potential till his pen ran out of ink

how he documented history, He really knew how to think

He did not get sufficient praise and credit for what he gave

After he is gone, His memory we can save

The history of the town, the stories of his life

They are tools for learning and overcoming strife

To tap into experiences

people who were made

Pass on all that knowledge, the foundation as its laid

My humble dad did not appear all that smart

His knowledge was written down, the present, a place to start

Now I see his value, the pen is so profound

Documenting history, scenes from all around.

The skill to learn to write, and the discipline to type

Document our lives before we see the night,