Worth Sharing …

I follow a variety of blogs. The subject matter of each blog varies from movies to music, from books to poetry, and from personal to informative. One of those blogs I follow is written by Grace Estevez and it is called Grace of the Sun. You can check out here site at the link after her poem or here:


With the arrival of Autumn, I am once more enjoying the sights and sounds of the season. Today, she posted a poem entitled “Fall Into Autumn” that I just loved. I hope that it is ok to share it here. Enjoy.

Amber colored breezy hues
Surprise eyes with pretty views

Air blows softly, colors change
Unique structures rearrange
Tip toe on leaves as they crunch
Unhinge bliss, jump on a bunch
Music whistles through the air
Nature’s beauty everywhere

Leaves swiftly change their green tone
Earth toned colors proudly shown
Arrives late in September
Visits until December
Endlessly enhancing days
Summer pushes it to play

Fall brings winds with cooler breeze
Autumn provides joyful peace
Letting go of what is old
Leveling warm days with cold

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge – October 04, 2022
Prompt – Autumn

The post Fall into Autumn appeared first on Grace of the Sun.

There are a few bloggers that I follow that just have a natural ability to create visuals with their words, Grace is one of them. I wish I could write like them. I certainly have attempted to write poetry before, but you can totally tell I am nothing but an amateur.

National Poetry Month

Some of the bloggers I follow write poems. I really enjoy reading their offerings. Sometimes I find myself reading them and think, “Wow! That’s deep!” Other times I read them and scratch my head.

When I signed up to finish a bachelor’s degree, I took a creative writing and poetry class. Life stepped in and I never was able to finish. I’m sure I would have learned a lot and maybe would actually be a good poet.

When I tend to write poems, they often have to rhyme. I’m not sure why. It’s just always the way I wrote them, even as a kid. No matter what the topic, there always seemed to be a rhyme. Even the songs that I wrote for my mom and my grandpa started out as more of a poem than a song. Those songs never made it to a recording studio, but oh well.

Today, I was catching up with some friends posts, and I grabbed a piece of paper and jotted down the first things that came to mind. This was heavily influenced by the fact that I had literally just heard “In My Life” by the Beatles before I began to write.

Here is my mediocre offering for National Poetry Month:

Live For The Love

My life has had its ups and downs.

It has been full of smiles and frowns.

Some days are good, while some are bad,

I’m here today and I am glad.

I didn’t always feel this way

I got lost in the day to day.

I drowned myself inside a beer

And thought it best I wasn’t here.

At disappointing I was so good

I’d try to win, but never could.

I was never right, but always wrong

I was sadder than a country song.

I had reached the lowest low.

Would anyone miss me?  I said “No.”

It was a miserable place to be.

It took some time to really see.

Life is filled with joy and pain,

There’s a mix of sun and rain.

It is true what has been said,

We never know what lies ahead.

If I had left, and gone away,

I would have missed so much today.

My little girl, my boys, my wife.

They bring me happiness in my life.

With all of them and God above,

My life is filled with abounding love.

I’m not perfect, but it’s ok

That love will get me through each day.

A Memorable and Unique Gift

When I started writing my blog, I knew it would be a variety of personal stories, thoughts on music and movies, and blogs about whatever happened to be on my mind.  I wondered if I’d actually be able to write new material often enough to even keep a blog.  So, I signed up for “daily writing prompts” which come to my e-mail.  These can be good “thought starters,” but they are usually things like “write about a baseball player who is in a slump,” “Write a story using the following adjectives…,” and such.  This is more “creative” and “fiction” writing.  I’m sure if I really sat down and focused, I could probably do this, but I would rather write about things I know.

My brother got me a book of prompts that I like a bit more.  They are more personal.  I have gone through that book and have jotted the ones that I want to write about in the future in my “blog notebook.”  Occasionally, the daily e-mail will suggest a prompt that I have on my “future” list.  That happened today.  Today’s prompt:

“Write about a memorable and unique gift that was not given as a birthday or Christmas gift”

The Horn Mug

After I graduated high school, my parents threw me a graduation party.  I provided my parents with a list of people who I wanted to invite.  One of those people was my band director.  As I have stated in previous blogs, he was a great mentor to me throughout high school, and we have kept in touch since I graduated (31 years ago!). I invited him to the party, but he was unable to attend. He did, however, send a gift.

Growing up, I had read a lot of poetry, and was familiar with Rudyard Kipling.  I had read many of his poems, and was familiar with his poem “If.”  The card that accompanied the gift had Kipling’s poem on it.  I had never read it in the context of a graduate before, but as I did, it was even more meaningful.  Here it is:

If – Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you 
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; 
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, 
But make allowance for their doubting too; 
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, 
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, 
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, 
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise; 

If you can dream–and not make dreams your master; 
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim; 
If you can meet with triumph and disaster 
And treat those two impostors just the same; 
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken 
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, 
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, 
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools; 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings 
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, 
And lose, and start again at your beginnings 
And never breathe a word about your loss; 
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew 
To serve your turn long after they are gone, 
And so hold on when there is nothing in you 
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”; 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, 
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch; 
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; 
If all men count with you, but none too much; 
If you can fill the unforgiving minute 
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run– 
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, 
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!

I opened the box that accompanied the card.  Inside was a pewter horn-shaped mug.  I had never seen anything like it before.  Inside the card, Tom wrote the many reasons why they enjoyed giving the mug as a gift.  He spoke of the various things that the horn stood for and things that it represented.  That, in itself, made it a very cool gift.  What made the gift so special to me was what was engraved on it.

I had seen the coolest shadow box one day.  I don’t remember where we were, but I told my mom that I wanted to get it and give it to my band director as a gift.  As I recall, it had musical notes on it and maybe a violin.  On the glass were the words “Where words fail – music speaks.”  Such a powerful quote!  I gave it to him toward the end of my senior year and included a note of thanks.

A few weeks later, I received his gift.  Engraved on the horn mug were the same words – “Where words fail – music speaks.”

It remains one of the most unique gifts I have ever received.


31 years later and those words are just as powerful and the mug still is very special to me.