Photographed by Tim Pannell
Father’s day is fast approaching and our thoughts are with the men in our lives. They are so easily taken for granted and misunderstood. The fathers, grandfathers and those who stand in the gap for non-biological children this coming Sunday let us celebrate and honor them.
The love of a father
Plays a vital role
Prominent spaces occupies
Everyday he competently leads
Powerful leverages
Masterful situation
Foster of positive feelings
In an instant
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His love, generosity, playful nature
Is beautiful to see
Actions prompt followers – his children
Positive signals as he provides
He backed his children
A talent he nurtures
In a demanding life
Finely attuned
A father’s pride
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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney
Festival of the Word
The layout of the room lends to the natural environment. The lofty mountains seemed to pervade the house on the eastern side; taming the northern volcanic rocky western coast. She was tempted to take it all in; the orange sunset the drumming of the wind and symphony of the waves. She wore a batik smock dress with glowing shamrocks, showing her Irish linage. The unstructured shape of the dress gave a confident elegance. Her beaded earrings seemed to be tarnished and had an iron oxide look. She wore an organic long necklace made of dyed red sisal to complement the look.
A friendly young man interrupted her thoughts as he gave her what seemed to be a menu on a grain gray mottled paper parched. It contained a program of the literary festival she dreamed of attending (www.litfest.ms). Just then the authors assembled (www.litfest.ms/Halo/AUTHORS.html). At that moment a sound like a burglar alarm went off ; she jumped to her feet awakened by the sound of the alarm clock; it was the morning of the opening of the Alliouagana Festival of The Word.
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