High above the Pacific shore, an overlook,
a place to hear the barking seals below,
and to view the wide expanse of ocean.
A fading sun obscured into the horizon,
now a faint remembrance on the water.
A few seconds later, the dark waters
extinguished the last dot of yellow.

The darkening view nearer shore is
dotted by lights on  fishing boats
chugging their way toward home,
stars overhead not yet in full brilliance
that will come within minutes more.

On another shore a continent away,
onyx night has blossomed for the risen moon,
glistening on the water its white light,
luring lovers of all ages to embrace its splendor.

The sky has been transformed by time and distance.

Gus Daum

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I was awake a lot last night,
tossed about from twelve to three,
thinking of  something left undone,
just guilty and upset with me.

It would have taken little effort then,
a phone call would have been nice.
A few words of regret. an apology
for my unwelcomed words of advice.

Her reaction, quick words of anger,
seemed excessive in my view.
Embarrassed in front of friends,
I might have misspoken, too.

Too late now, I think, to make amends,
we don’t see each other anymore.
It’s been so long, many years,
It happened in two thousand four.

Gus Daum

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Imagination is more important than knowledge.
Knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world.  

Someone must first dream the dream,
a vision  well beyond the mundane
to inspire others beyond normalcy
and reach far into the heavens.

It is the child who will lead them.
Not the child of our infancy
but the wonder in each of us
deadend in mind by knowledge,
limited though that knowing may be.

It was the child of wonder
that still rests in each of us
to say again: what if, why not
who says. as the child of infancy
once said why, why, why, why?

A dreamer envisioned our feet on the moon,
and knowledge responded to the dream
as its knowing grew to dream’s need..

Gus Daum

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Some of you can see Julie’s BFF, best female friend Kylie sitting with the rest of Julie’s family. Kylie is the one standing on four paws, her last Boxer on this earth.

There have been a lot of doctor visits for Julie and Kylie over the past four tough months. Through the many examinations and tests for Julie, Kylie was there, and warmly welcomed by several of the medical staffs. In fact, during the final post-surgery days, Kylie and Julie were allowed to share a hospital bed.

Julie and her husband Mike got their first Boxer soon after their marriage in 1973. Thus began a series of love affairs for Julie. Mike says he never had to worry about other men. But at each new home in Oregon, Texas, Louisiana, Georgia and again in Texas  a new affair began; just to name a few, there was Spike, Hannah, Jenny, Charlie, and finally Kylie. There was always a new love in Julie’s life.

New into marriage and on a tight, tight budget, Julie chose to breed and raise a litter of Boxer pups to sell. While living in a 35 foot 5th wheel trailer in a Texas trailer park another litter arrived, this time there were thirteen.

Kylie is Julie’s last Boxer, and here today while she and we say good bye to Julie.

Unseen today in her final resting place, there are a pair of  “hooker shoes”, five inch platform shoes (“hooker shoes” per a friend) on Julie’s feet. She bought them recently saying, “When I get my new knee, I’m going to wear these!”

Who of us can say this last surgery was not successful? Julie is no longer braving times of severe pain. Her knee is no longer a hindrance.


Gus Daum


Julie is the departed wife of my son, Mike

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Some things touch my heart
and restore my touch of humanity:

The soft rain of early spring,
sprinkling a carpet of yellow daffodils.

The cooling rain in summer’s heat
lifting steam from sidewalk and path.

The bursting colors of flowers
profuse in cities parks and yards.

The tendrils of winter fog, drifting
midst the green of towering pines.

And the hesitant smiles of those who
return my smiling joy in nature’s bounty.

Gus Daum

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There were pearls about her slender neck,
a garnet graced her arm
her eyes reflected sapphire blue
I marveled at her charm.

The nighttime moon was opal white
against the onyx sky.
Her lips so ruby red touched mine
formed a diamond in my mind.


She was young and oh so tender,
nice to view, a touch of splendor,
Friends asked what, in oft debate,
she saw in that aged reprobate.

They pondered how to guide her fate,
to cause this romance to abate.
There is no way you can relate.
Your life, they said, is so sedate.

She fingered necklace, stroked her furs,
smiled that winsome glance of hers,
said: when time comes for last probate,
he came to me with full rebate.

Gus Daum

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Most seniors never get enough exercise. In His wisdom,
God decreed that seniors become forgetful so they have to search
for glasses, keys, and other things , thus doing more walking. God
looked down and saw that it was good.

Then God saw another need., He made them lose coordination
so they would drop things requiring them to bend over and stretch time
and again. And God looked down and saw that it was good.

Then God looked down at the function of the bladder and
decreed that seniors would have additional calls of nature, requiring more
trips to the bathroom, thus providing even more exercise. God looked
down and saw it was good.

So if you find as you age you are getting up and down more,
and walking more , remember that it is His will. It is all in your best
interest—-even as you mutter under your breath.

As published in MH/OSTA

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