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Irish Soup Journal
Notes - Ramblings - Poems - Short Stories - Art- Steve
6-23-16
Precious moments are moments that have already come and gone; I can still remember the songs we sing, maybe because we're still singing them. Last might in my dream I saw you on the pier. We held hands and walked alone on the sandy beaches and watched the sunrise together, wind blowing forever gentle upon us.
6-19-16
Today is the run/walk for the Special Olympics; when Turtle and I first started doing the walk, we did just over 10 mils. Now I'm hoping to get 5 miles. :) Old age is a 4 letter word. :)
There's a full moon out tonight and the temperature has dropped to almost 75°. Not too bad. I woke up a little stiff in my hands, but I'm not in pain for the next week and maybe a couple of 100°+ days. :) Love it. :)
When I was a kid growing up, we rode our bikes everywhere. We could go into a store, a picture show, anywhere. And they would be there when we came out and our moms + dads didn't worry about us. Today's kids are locked up as much as I'm locked up in this cell. So sad.
The best of my childhood memories are of me, my brother, cousins, and friends hanging out on Gerber Road. Early morning sounds of the birds singing, later afternoon on a summer day listening to the cars go pass, standing inside the barn listening to the winter rain beating down on the roof.
Writing is no more than humans telling stories. Everyone does it, and we must remember that everyone deserves a kind word.
It's a powerful task to go through believing in yourself when everyone doubts you and cashes you out —even if you've changed, no one seems to care. Things I've did to myself.
[drawing of two people sitting on a pier with legs dangling over edge.]
Steve Burkett
2016
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