Wednesday, April 30, 2014

And We Grow!

And We Grow!
By: Nancy Jean
I stood over your freshly dug grave
bra-less in the wrong colored shoes.
Tousled out of morning to this day
where silence trumps all that’s been said.
Chasms deepen and ripple with mourning…
how much truly can one soul impart.
Followed and haunted, remembering
all the roads that we’ve run
all the ways of our hearts.
Nothing seems real here
not this morning…
not this dirt now under my soles.
Life runs and conquers
leaving us wondering
so much
so deeply
And We Grow!

(2014 Poetry Contest, 1st Place)

Nancy Jean

A Plastic Cream Colored Philco

A Plastic Cream Colored Philco
By: Larry E. Slaughterbeck

In the corner of our dark attic, a plastic ‘cream colored’ Philco radio,

Lay covered in dust and cobwebs… Now silent… In the forties, it was new and shiny…

The moments of the world it gave to us…

The romanticized music of Tommy Dorsey and Glenn Miller…

Then… On a quiet Sunday afternoon… The seventh of December…

It told us Pearl Harbor was under attack…

And for the next four years at our dinner table,

We tuned in the evening news… to listen to a world at war…

At night the young mother would sit by our bed, reading to her very young sons…

With folded hands… she prayed for the safe return of her beloved…

And for all the fathers and brothers and sons…

The thinking of others made her more beautiful…

That little Philco filled our home with music… Sometimes she would hold her sons

And dance… Sometimes the music brought tears to her hazel eyes…

And the news on the Philco reminded us… Precious blood was being shed in faraway places…

And those places became all too familiar… Guadalcanal, the Azores, Saipan, Normandy,

Anzio, Bataan, Iwo Jima, Okinawa, Corregidor…

In December of forty-four, the little Philco gave us Bing’s “I’ll Be Home for Christmas”…

But, the Gold Star on our neighbor’s front window reminded all in Cygnet,

Their son would never return… his baseball glove hung limply on a hook…

Finally on a hot summer day in nineteen forty-five… That little radio let us know…

The War was over…

Today in the attic… I lifted the little Philco… Blew off the dust and just held it…
(2014 Poetry Contest, 2nd Place)

Amorette Renwand, WCCOA intern, pictured with Larry E. Slaughterbeck

God's Children

God's Children
By: Colleen Dunn

Sometimes it’s just a little one, whom God sees fit to take.

Someday we’ll meet them over there, beside the crystal lake.

They spread their childish laughter, throughout the palace halls.

And help to bring the sunshine, to others whom God calls.

They run along the golden streets, they swing on pearly gates.

They shine like lilies bright and fair, while on their God they wait.

Heaven would not seem complete, without some childish glee,

Who’d want to see just old folks, throughout eternity?

So when God calls a small one, he’s lent us for a while.

We feel so sad, but shouldn’t, for they have seen His smile.

(2014 Poetry Contest, Honorable Mention)

Amorette Renwand, WCCOA intern, pictured with Colleen Dunn

Poetry Contest Winners - 2014

The Wood County Committee on Aging held its ninth annual poetry banquet and drew in 22 entries from all over Wood County. The poems reflected the individual’s personal feelings about life, hope, dreams and love, which celebrated the heart and souls of the participants as they have enjoyed “Life’s Moments.”
The declared winner was Nancy Jean from Perrysburg, Ohio author of “And We Grow.” The second place winner was Larry E. Slaughterbeck from North Baltimore, Ohio with his poem entitled, “A Plastic Cream Colored Philco.” Colleen Dunn of Bowling Green received an Honorable Mention for her work entitled, “God’s Children.”

Congratulations to all of the participants!