a scrap of paper blown on a wind

a scrap of paper blown on a wind 

gardener, weaver e loved plants, child to age, watched soil, creatures, sun, rain. learned health, growth, death, tears, smiles, laughter, joy. one day, done, e thought anew, tend people, watch, listen, learn soil, fellows, sun, rain, life anew, a new garden. —a keeper of Perinel

The communists are recapturing Germany twenty-five years after the fall of “The Wall”,

President Reagan giving a speech at the Berlin Wall, Brandenburg Gate ... (historyplace.com)

President Reagan giving a speech at the Berlin Wall, Brandenburg Gate …

the Chinese are producing rockets and aircraft carriers as fast as their 3-D printers and workmen will reset, the Indians are testing long-range rockets, the Russians are dumping dollars as fast as the garbage shoots allow, and the United States no longer sits on the top of the economic, moral, or military heap. It wasn’t always that way.

For a glorious 200 years, since Napoleon met his Waterloo, the world thrived under the economic, political, and military leadership of the United States and Great Britain; countries where constitutions drove democracy, natural rights, and statue-of-libertycivil liberties. Individuals became consumed in the fire of freedom and strides of progress covered the globe albeit in fits and starts. The world’s sharp edges are now taking a heavy toll on humanity. Chaos may beget order yet none is visible and that leads me to the poem and why I write.

Written by Leif Smith, “a scrap of paper blown on a wind” opened the shutter in my mind that kept me from understanding why I must write and why the writing must address the legacies of the Cold War. I find, with some surprise, that I am in the second cycle of being while still embroiled in the first cycle of doing. I am, I think, a Keeper in Training; a KIT of Perinel.

In the first cycle, I was driven by the ideals of the United States into service to the country through the sweat of my brow and a grim determination to make the world free. This was my silent promise to the many people I met in my global journey who reinforced my belief that the United States’ founding brothers had it right. To a person, each one I met in Chile, Guatemala, Ghana, Nigerian, India, Thailand, Burma, the Marshall Islands longed to come to the U.S. to work, live without fear, be in control of their own lives for better or worse-be free men and women. This is still a garden I sow.

The discovery that I am in the second cycle came as a surprise. This garden is new and grows tales, parables, lessons, and opportunities to change a tide that has turned from individual freedom and responsibility to nobility of old. It is now a place where czars run the Executive Branch, the peoples’ and states’ representatives are blinded by power and fear, and the Judicial Branch turns its collective eye away from the Constitution in its decision making. No longer is the government afraid of the people as it should be. Now the people are afraid of the government.

I wish to tend people, watch, listen, and learn. I am a Keeper in Training. For the manyilluminated-paper-blowing-in-the-wind who have asked, I write to keep a record of a new garden. Perhaps a hint of the record will appear on a scrap of paper blown on a wind that breathes personal freedom and responsibility into one person’s life.

2 thoughts on “a scrap of paper blown on a wind

  1. Wow! Churchill and Patton are certain to be rollin’ in their tombs!

    Our younger generations don’t have a clue to the significance of my above anecdote.

    [Churchill cited incidents occurring in July–August 1945 when Stalin repeated previous promises to (Churchill) that he would refrain from “sovietization” of Central Europe.  However, after Soviet forces remained in Eastern and Central European countries, with the beginnings of communist puppet regimes installed in those countries, by falsified elections, Churchill referred to the region as being behind an “Iron Curtain” of control from Moscow.  

    Several months before the end of the war, General Patton had recognized the fearful danger to the West posed by the Soviet Union, and he had disagreed bitterly with the orders which he had been given to hold back his army and wait for the Red Army to occupy vast stretches of German, Czech, Rumanian, Hungarian, and Yugoslav territory, which the Americans could have easily taken instead.

    Patton also said: “Let’s keep our boots polished, bayonets sharpened, and present a picture of force and strength to the Red Army. This is the only language they understand and respect.”]

    A scrap of paper blown on a wind
    Is an excellent read. And so sad on how our once great nation may be bequeathed to all future Americans.

    Year by year and presidential election after presidential election the good old U.S.A. is slowly and surely slipping into the United Socialist States of America and dropping further toward the abyss of third world status. The supreme economy of the United States is vanishing day by day and their once superb title as leader of the West is also fading away.  Our grandchildren and great-grandchildren will never experience of what the United States was in the Twenty Century.


    • I think both Churchill and Patton had a hunch this was likely to happen. Each bellowed his own warning to those of us who listened. We follow their lead, John. We keep on pitching and fighting the good fight for a future that does not involve enslaving our grandchildren and great grandchildren.

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