Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

The water gushes endlessly, The tap must be on, full, To send this water rushing forth, E'er fresh and ever cool. And yet this force, which is so great, Can have a greater flow, When temperatures reach high degrees It moves, this H2O. For this is but a trickle small, Of what can be achieved, For in full flow, it really is A sight to be perceived. Watch water flow from underneath, Or from the sky above, Whate'er the way, one thing I know, You're sure to fall in love. Apparel warm is needed there, Show only eyes and nose, That fridge like atmosphere ensures Nothing will decompose. The stalactitic icicles, Suspended everywhere, But there's a freshness all around, In that crisp winter's air. It was a cold and chilly morn, At 'thirty two, below', But this is such an awesome place, Niagara, in the snow.

 In '82, Barbados,  The Carribean sea, A chance for scuba diving, Had been offered to me. First day, suit and tanks were donned We walked into the sea, Kept walking, then instructor signed To rise, sea level, be. Could not believe how far we'd gone, In such short span of time, Back down in ocean, swam to shore, T'was experience, sublime Next step was getting in a boat, Quite far from shore line, sail, Instructed "Sit on side of boat, Then backwards t'ocean, flail. I thought, 'I'll watch the first one go, Then I would do the same,' However, chosen first, was I, My bearings, quickly came. 'tappeared that I had shrunk in size,  In tropical fish tank swam, The  panoramic view, serene, The water, oh so calm. An experience unmissable, With mem'ries lasting long, 'twas wonderful to view the scene Where shoals of fish, belong.

 When in the hosp'tal '91,  For major surgery,  Small wards they had, same gender,  Another five and me.  Each morning, 'observation check's  The nurse would, question, ask,  "Mr. Ross, d'you know where you are?"  It was a daily task   Ward 39, was where I lay,  Across the corridor,  In ward 40, were females, six,  Each morning, would implore.   Whene'er, each morn, the question asked,  A fun game, I would play,  "I'm in ward 39, though I  Want to be in 'forty'.  Coming out of anesthesia   After my surgery,  Th'observation question,asked,  To check my memory. "Mr. Ross, d'you know where you are?"  My usual response given,  "You're actually in th'recovery ward"  My memory safe, was proven.

  Goodbye, it seems so final, In life, we'll say a few, Though didn't think 'twould be as hard To say "goodbye" to you. Your stories on your 'facebook' With 'nature chats' expressed, I'm pretty sure your readers Did end up being blessed. Made mention of it often, The love you have for Tweed  And torn between Line 45, Your hearts love did succeed. So now to Tweed you're heading back  Still quite some travelling, Your 'chats with nature ', will go on Your sparrows, will still sing. Your concerned love for others, With sponsored walks, to raise Some needed funds, assistance, Then your Creator, praise. So think about us often, As we, will think of you, Your Generations family  Unite, to say "adieu".

"This  life is all there is here" "There is no 'afterlife' " Has often been repeated By youth, husband, or wife. HOWEVER, when it happens, Of someone close, demise, "They're in a 'better place's now" Are words that do arise. If only, made for certain,  Their destination place, The BETTER choice, of course made, Would provide grieving grace. Then, in place of a "funeral", Have "Life's Celebration", That certainty, re-meeting, With Spirits' elevation.

Whene'er I reach those Pearly Gates, First greeting I'll receive, Will be "WELCOME" from Triune God, Since years back, did believe. Though there'll be MANY, MANY more, Relatives, distant, close,  Friends from many years, and few, E'en unknown t'me, suppose. Grand parents past, before my birth, Siblings, stillborn, or lost, Had learned of two, aft. parents passed, Whose paths, I'd never crossed. Then friends, whose Heavenly migration, Young, middle aged, who'd passed To their eternal Paradise, Will reunite, at last. Then we'll have time, ETERNAL time To gather 'round His throne, Together, adoration bring To Triune God, alone.

My dad was born in 1918 when there were very few vehicles on the roads  and learned to drive before formal testing was enforced. Both of the odes  display the Norm Irish sense of humor. My father was a humble man, Was driving, long before A formal 'test' was needed, Be that two or four door. Initially,  a motorbike, When dating my dear mum, Though afterwards, a vehicle  When parents, did become. A vehicle, it was needed, Cared less whate'er he drove, So long as got from 'A' to 'B' He had nothing to prove. A "sense of humour" had he, A "sense of grandeur" too, The luxury vehicle, named Rolls Royce, Was out of bounds, he knew. Though, drove a 'Rolls Can'ardly' His description, with wit, It certainly, 'Rolls' downhill though, 'Can'ardly' roll up it.                Shepherds Pie        A res'dent in a Nursing home For years, where, work, did I, A lady in late eighties, A spinster, by and by.     ...

  My father was a strict man, Now let me put you straight, He HAD a playful manner, Just hated to be late. A "personal chauffeur" was he To me, when I was young, When fo'me, 'driving' was "no-no" His trait, on me, has hung. He loathed to rush, in traffic, Preferred a gentler drive,  Would stress,  always, importance Of tryin' to stay alive. A 'crystal ball' he had not, Road traffic, for to see, "You don't know what the traffics like" Was emphasized  to me. Thus, when he was a-driving,  With others, or alone, He aye chose to leave early, Not brake that speeding zone. 'Twas drummed into his family, That he, to keep a date, Be fifteen minutes early, Than e'er ONE MINUTE late.

  When growing up, in mid teens  A 'scrawny' figure had,  I was exempt from 'sports class'  Though, was a skinny lad. When working in a builders yard, Sev'nteen to thirty one, While times it could be stressful, At other times, 'twas fun. I did, though, gain some muscle power Unloading trailers, large, Ne'er noticed daily progress, While hauling, free of charge. From that went into 'caring' Transferring human weight, Though knowing how to, properly, Easier than hauling freight. Assisted moving humans, Lift over twice my weight, Knowledge of doin' it prop'ly, No injuries, to date. Bend legs, back straight, was how I'd trained, It IS the way to go,  Soon muscles did get stronger And they began to show. Though wordmanship, it also grew, With "C.Ross-words", to boot, I'd play on words consistently, Deliberat'ly, wrong word, put. So where I once was 'puny' With wordmanship, my fame, Did add  "N" to descriptio...