It Isn’t The Game..It’s The Way You Play It…

 

Who’s On First?

A Masterpiece For The Taking

Musings of a Homemaker-Houghton Lake Resorter

1963

Some of our most respected state senators 
conduct endless filibusters.

A few have ended in deadlocked debate
 over an outer space, 
government controlled, 
space communications network.

  Russia continues to bombard us 
with undeniably 
magnificent advances

  in the current space race.

 

 

 We are content to ignore, as much as possible,the daily reports of peace talks. 

  America is lacking 
in the mastery of space.

In comparison to the USSR,
 we panic.

We are disbelieving, angered and bewildered, 
 faced with a  grim fact. 

The industrially backward nation of

Soviet Russia 
 has beaten our free, democratic society

 in such an important area as
 space exploration.

We’ve listened, read and watched
with mounting dismay, 
the multi-orbital flight

of two,
 now world renowned,
 Cosmonauts.

 
 

All but forgotten 
is this remarkable achievement 
which Russia has accomplished.

All but forgotten, 
in favor of a race
 to be first.

This has become an obvious, 
  overlooked  habit,
 of America.

 

We become so involved in the GAME
 we lose sight 
of the objective.

How discouraging to feel , 
after decades of war,
 this unrest between nations.

There is now the imminent danger
 of a contest
 for the control of space.

 

America is on the verge of discoveries in space
 about which no one is certain. 


The possibilities 

may be unknown; 
beyond comprehension
  to the science community.

Understanding the complexities of space 
is impossible 
for the average person.

 

The intricacies 
of securing good personal and community relationships, 
are right at our fingertips.


We know how to achieve them.

 

The country would profit 
from renewing our personal, 
community
 and neighborhood

relations.

A trip to the moon is not needed
in order to renew them.

 We are a free people. 

There is a need 
to spend more time
 improving our own planet.

 

There is a  need to restore 
a people to people
 togetherness and care
 network.

Such restoration 
is important to our nation.

 

An ocean was crossed to find America.
The USA
 has always searched 
to find the better place, the better way.

 


We are the most respected nation in the world.

We have no need for “factual” propaganda 
if such a thing exists.

* * *

* * *

2019

There I was at the age of 28,
 worrying about Russia.
As a country, we couldn’t accept the fact, 
Russia had won race to the moon.

 

Where did I find such strong feelings of country,
 while facing responsibilities of raising three young boys
 and caring for a home and husband?

 

I became intensely involved in the state of the world,
 the politics of this country,

and the need for person-to-person communication.

The future seemed far away.
 The present weighed heavily.

 

Perhaps my interest in politics came from my Dad.
 His interest was strong.

 

 My intense interest at twenty-eight
 was put aside

until much later in my life.

And by the time I reached sixty,
  Dad had passed from this life.

A renewed interest in politics,
 much like Dad’s,

 had once again
 intensified.

Yes, I know 
we cannot ignore the state of this present world.

 

 Over the years

I have not changed my mind.
It all begins with “people”.

And now, I would add 
“Faith”.

 

copyright©2019

 

Photography By Mary Anne Tuck

 

2019

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

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Loved to write since high school..as the years pass memories and relationships are primary. (There is also room for an opinion or two.) Feeling good at the age of eighty-five, enjoying life and a hobby of photography. Lived on a small farm for sixty-one years. welcomed three sons, two grandkids, and 3 greats. Owned and operated an Ace Hardware and Hallmark Shop, managing also to raise sheep for ten years. Shared sixty-two years of marriage before his passing in 2017. One son has also passed on to the next life, Memories really are "Made From This". Welcome to my world!

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