Pray for Our Country

Pray for Our Country

Pray for our beautiful country,

It is what we all have together,

One nation united under God.

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Whether you believe or not, what does it hurt? Our country, our name is supposed to unite all.  Do we always get along? No.  Do we always agree? No.  Will we ever get along and agree?  No.  What we can do is disagree, respectfully, and still be one nation.  It makes us stronger and better every day. 

If you pray, pray for this country as a whole.  If you don’t pray, see the previous sentence.  If you choose not to, understand your choice is accepted because of the very country of which you live. 

The freedom to respectfully express oneself and opinions is something of which we have, and continue to, pay a dear price.  Be responsible with these freedoms.  Be respectful to your fellow countrymen and countrywomen. 

Thank you to my beautiful wife for taking a picture of these less than perfect hands.

“I See No Color”

I See No Color

I see no color, in a sister or a brother,

But I am red, bravery and valour,  the color of blood that was shed.

 

I see no color, in a father or a mother,

But I am white, pure yet innocent, as we stand colorless for what is right.

 

I see no color, in a soldier or any other,

But I am blue, vigilant seeking justice, high in the air watching over you.

 

When I pass by, stand, you live free only because heroes had to die,

I see no color, you do, in life and one another.

 

My color you see, together, were made by sacrifices taken to be free,

Stand for me because I am you, your flag, red, white, and blue.

 

What does it take?  To me, the hypocrisy of freedom is when people do not realize that the same reason they have the “right” to do this and that derives from the price that was paid.  Sure you have rights, but do you have respect for where those rights actually came from?  There is a time, place, and way to exercise those rights. We can get the most out of everything our freedom has to offer if we are responsible.  

Freedom, hell no it isn’t free, it is an investment that cost, and continues to cost.  Understand what the cost of that freedom was and still is, and you will understand that to exercise the return from that investment came at a dear price. 

I love this country.  I don’t always agree with decisions that are made, and like this post, I am able to make it known.  Agree or disagree, that is your freedom.  We can still have a beer at the end of the day. 

Thank you Veterans for your service!

Thanks for taking a look. 

Poetry “I Am Here”

I am Here

  

Look at me, right here, take my hand,

I will make sure to get you out of this sand.

 

Don’t look at that, just keep your eyes on me,

I am going to tell you how things are going to be.

 

You call me Jason, but that is not my name, but don’t stress,

asking about high school, blinking away tears, I say yes.

 

Remember that night when we took your dad’s car,

Hit that mailbox and snuck into the bar.

 

What about that winter when we ditched class,

The principal chased us, slipped, and fell flat on his ass.

 

I promise you they are coming, I won’t leave your side,

We will all go together, it will be a short ride.

 

I know you are scared, and it is getting late,

Stay with me now, you are doing great.

 

Do you remember Jenny from just down the street?

Her hair always a mess, running around in her bare feet.

 

When we get back, I think we should go catch some fish,

You can stay at my house, mom will make you her favorite dish.

 

I nod my head and tell you that help is near,

When we get home, we will sit down and have a beer.

 

I know it hurts, we are almost there,

Where you are going, you will get the best care.

 

I am not letting go, my tears about to erupt,

We are team, please don’t give up.

 

The earth began to shake, swarmed by my brothers,

They took the young soldier, placing him next to the others.

 

As the door closed, I watched as they sped away,

Turned back around to face the rest of my day.

 

The images of them all flooded into my head,

It didn’t matter who they were, I never would change what I said.

 

Each face, tragedy, and triumph from this and others,

Please God let them return to their fathers and mothers.

 

Another asked, hey did you know that guy,

I said, I have known many like him as time has gone by.

 

I said a quick prayer for the soldier before entering back into this deadly game,

I wish I could have been more specific God, but I didn’t even know his name.

Poetry “To Myself a Lesson”

                                                               To Myself a Lesson

Closing my eyes, I left my body, only for a little while,

 an escape from reality, allowing for temporary denial.

As I walked a path, images of my life were left and right,

hearing every word ever spoken, every picture in my sight.

Like a theater with movies playing at the same time,

 watching each tear, each laugh, each mountain I had to climb.

Over here I am a child outside playing ball,

staying until dark, coming home to my mother’s call.

I looked to the left and watched a small moment of my life,

 it was my wedding day, so happy, and such a beautiful wife.

Ahead was my family on Thanksgiving Day,

heads bowed down, as they all began to pray.

Their prayer was for peace and health, thanking God that we are free,

  before the last amen, they said a prayer for me.

My family was together, but I wasn’t there,

 consuming sadness set in , it didn’t seem fair.

On the right there was a man lying face down in the snow,

I stood above him, his life gone, who he was, I did not know.

Behind me I saw myself yelling at those I cared,

They all looked confused, hurt, and even scared.

I tried to close my eyes, to watch this tore me apart,

 but I had no eyes, my words caused pain and broke more than one heart.

Turning my head, I saw a man standing threatening to do harm with a knife,

and me with my gun, prepared to end his life.

Next to this was a man on some tracks waiting to die,

wanting a train to kill him as it quickly rumbled by.

Above was a young girl pinned in a car, not moving or speaking,

broken glass and metal scattered over the road made of tar.

To the side was a young soldier standing guard at his post,

calling for help, that scared me the most.

“I am coming to get you, it will be alright”,

my vision blurred with tears as the image faded from my sight.

I tried but couldn’t move, so I looked down,

I had no legs or body, and there was no ground.

What am I, where am I, get me out of the place,

that is when I turned one more time and saw my own face.

It was me I was looking at, standing there with a smile,

a look of peace and calmness, something I had not seen in a while.

I almost didn’t recognize myself, appearing as I once was,

the chaos of each image muted, becoming quiet as an insects buzz.

The other me made a motion to turn around,

this time I was able to move, below me solid ground.

We walked together for some time, not saying a word,

stopping by a door, then my own voice I heard.

“Hey there buddy, I am really you but you haven’t seen me in a while”,

 I stared directly at me, my face in denial.

“You look at me like a stranger, but I have always been here,

 the hardest times you faced, I was standing near.”

“Your anger tried to push me away, that is no way to live,

but it was me whispering in your ear, move on and forgive.”

“Life has created who you are now, but you were first me,

today you choose your path and the person you deserve to be.”

I stood amazed, and didn’t say a thing,

wishing I was me again, able to accept what life can bring.

Finally, able to speak I asked, “ Hey, am I dead?”

The other me laughed, “No, this is a dream, but not like your others, you are safe in bed.”

“How am I supposed to forgive these things that matter?” hoping he knew,

My other me said, “Forgiveness isn’t for them, it’s really just for you.”

“Let go of the anger and hate that keeps you awake every night,

your war is over and now it’s about us, and no longer our fight.”

With a laugh he said, “let’s go” and knocked on the door,

it opened and inside was my new life, everything that mattered and more.

“Are you coming with, or are you going to stay where you’re at?”

 In front of me was a table, my family, and my chair where I always sat.

Before I could answer, my old self was nowhere to be found,

 I searched all over, my eyes darting around.

My old me was not gone, realizing I was always him,

 the light was bright ahead of me, behind the images became dim.

From the air my own voice called, “There is something you must know,

once you walk through that door, these memories will stay and never go.”

“They will be with you for as long as you live,

but I promise you will get out of your new life, exactly what you give.”

I smiled for the first time in what seemed like in years,

My family greeting me with hugs and cheers.

My voice called and said, “Hey, there is one last thing”,

forever in my ears, these words like a soft song will sing.

“It will better from here, but sometimes your mind will still roam,

your peace and happiness are found, now that you have finally made it home.”

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I don’t really know what to say about this, so I won’t. I will let it speak for itself. You may draw your own conclusions. 

If you think you know someone, or do know someone that can benefit from it, share it.  That is why all of these are here.  I feel I can reach more people on a platform like this before it is too late.

I recently had the honor to read some of my work at a Healing Warriors program that emphasized how healing, through art, whatever the form may, is so helpful.  I am still speechless at the stories, writings, and artwork created by these amazing veterans. Thank you all so much for your service that allows people like me to write what I do. 

I write today because I enjoy it.  Is it any good?   I have no idea, that is not why I write.  I write because these words, much like a painting from an artists brush, come from my mind and end up as typed characters on my computer screen. 

Thank you all for reading this very long poem.  I still have a tough time reading it out loud.

                                                                              DTH 

 

Poetry “Every Cloud”

                             Every Cloud

 

From a high above cloud God looked down,

At a farm below, and the white snow on the ground.

 

He saw his children who live in this place,

Had committed themselves to his word and grace.

 

Through good times and bad, God saw and knew,

This family tested, proving that they are honest and true.

 

When storms didn’t seem to end, and life was filled with doubt,

God didn’t leave, he was with them throughout.

 

The clouds can get heavy and cover the sun’s light,

Take comfort in knowing the clouds are his, and do not block his sight.

 

With a smile on his face, God listens, hearing each prayer,

Every moment seen, every cloud, God’s chair.

 

                                                                                D.T. Hudson 2018

Farming is a tough business.  Where I come from, we rely on honesty, hard work, and faith.  You have little control over things such as the weather, market prices, disease, or other factors.  You just have to do your best and hope that it is enough. 

Even when those around us tend to take the path of lying, cheating, and stealing, it is important to remember that the path chosen is the one you own.  You are not accountable to me.  A wise person once said, “What cometh around, goeseth around”, or something like that.  

It is easy to give up, cave in, or just quit when things seem like they are impossible.  Whether it be a financial hardship, loss of a loved one, health issue, or just simply being wronged by another, it really is not your fight. Let the arrogance of another be their downfall as the path they chose leads nowhere but to darkness. 

Whether you believe in God, Karma, or another higher power is not for me to judge.  I think we can all agree that most things happen for a reason. We may not always like the situation, but typically we learn from it, and it works out for the best.  Let your higher power take care of these things.  Rock on people, rock on!

P.S.  How cool are drone photos? Thank goodness no one decided to be close to nature and take an outdoor bathroom break!

Poetry “The Guitar Lesson”

                                                             The Guitar Lesson

 

My father once gave me a guitar, I proudly displayed for all to see,

He taught me how to play, creating the music of my life for no one else but me.

 

Time taught me the world would be less confusing if everyone spoke in one tongue,

Indeed, that exists through music, every note played, every note sung.

 

But my life more closely resembles this instrument I choose to play,

Music through sound, telling you exactly what I want to say.

 

This guitar can be used to speak words without moving my lips,

Or a street performer happily sharing song,  just playing for tips.

 

Moments in life mostly resemble this old guitar,

High and low notes change quickly, without moving very far.

 

Played by ear or sometimes with sheet of music to follow,

Some are electric, others shaped round and are hollow.

 

The neck is divided by frets, much like time separates all life’s events,

Each space a different note, each memory past or present tense.

 

Different chords played many ways, it really does not matter,

One fret up makes it sharp, and one down is flatter.

 

Like life, a good song depends on how much time you put in,

Never perfect, yet sounding better with practice and discipline.

 

The chords are like humans, making rich tones as my fingers move around,

No matter the brand of guitar, they all make a similar sound.

 

How it’s played is the difference, neither right or wrong,

Picking the melody instead of strumming, making it sound like a different song.

 

But the song is the same, masked by each individual technique,

To live life is to celebrate another’s difference, each special and unique.

 

It took this long to realize this guitar’s lasting impression,

Learning that anyone can understand me through music, was my most valuable guitar lesson.

 

                                                                       Thanks Dad

                                                                                                                                D.T. Hudson 2018

Guitars, and music in general, have become such an important part of my life.  The holes in my office walls where I missed the studs trying to hang pictures are covered by these works of art. 

My dad got me into playing guitar at a young age. The good old 50’s and 60’s music like “Wipe Out” and “Run Around Sue”.  He and mom were hard-working farmers.  I was the pain in the ass middle child that moved out soon after graduation. I had no farming aspirations or abilities whatsoever. Regardless of who I am or what I did with my life, music would always be a staple. 

After moving to Arizona to avoid these cold winters, he really took to finger picking and playing gospel. I can not tell you all what a joy it is when he and mom come here (in the summer of course) to visit.  We sit and play guitar, talk music, and simply discuss guitars in general. Considering play hair band rock, our duets get rather unique. However,these special times have truly become one of the best parts of my life. 

I am a drummer by nature, but I have always loved to play guitar.  Unlike a piano, the notes not only go vertical on the neck, but also horizontally. There seems to be unlimited things you can play and there is always constant room for improvement. Am I any good, hell no, but I have fun trying. 

The amazing thing about music, these guitars in general, was that no matter how different of people dad and are, we will always have this in common.  For me, that is one the greatest things in the world. 

 

Poetry “This Moment”

Living in the country we truly get some of the best looks at the sky.  What some may struggle to find in a photograph, we are fortunate to have almost daily.  This old swing has been with us almost as long as we have been together. It is a matter of time before it gets to the point where it is no longer safe to use.  Until that time, we will sit in it, talk, and watch the sunrises and sunsets.

These moments are embedded into my memories.  The simple pleasures of a loved one and great conversation.  Sometimes supplemented with a hot cup of coffee or a cold Captain Morgan.  For those of you that know me, I do like my Captain Morgan.

Either way, thank you for taking a look at “This Moment”, because it is a huge part of my life.

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“The Traveler”

Ever had a dream like this?  Nothing more, nothing less.  I feel bad because as just before I hit the ground, I thrash enough to eject my wife right out of bed.

Enjoy!

 

A human, just for a moment or more in time,

Thrust into chaos, all are gone but they were left behind. 

 

This unforgettable place, created by something of their own,

No chance in hell to avoid it, this path must be traveled alone.

 

The option of choice has left, the plot already made,

No wooden boat or life vest, through  murky waters they will wade.

 

Opinions like chatter, making noise but are not heard,

The call is to move forward, the body does so without a single word.

 

Legs churn without guidance, stumbling across the land,

Up a rocky slope, across a desert filled with sand.

 

Through the current of rolling river, to a valley down below,

Where this journey ends, the mind and body do not know.

 

 

The glowing sun consumed by the horizon, dim light only leads the way,

Carnivores circle above, waiting patiently for potential prey.

 

What was white is now black, the body nervous and tense,

Tall trees cover the path, this traveled world makes no sense.

 

A howl calls from the distance, intentions clear and profound,  

Branches grab ankles, as the traveler falls to the ground.

 

The path is no longer lit, the pace slow, joints cold and stiff,

The earth gives way from below, as if slipping off a cliff.

 

Fear turns to calm, falling into a forever descent,

Bargaining for life, promising only truth, promising forgiveness and repent.

 

The ground will break the body, inevitable as it may seem,

The last gasp of air is stolen before death, and the human wakes up from their dream.

Poetry “A Distance Hug from a Mother”

 

A Distant Hug from a Mother

With great thought and care it was carefully made,

A gift for me to be used, but also to be displayed.

Holding stars and stripes in each perfect square,

Also with old planes that long ago, flew in the air.

Each stitch a memory, each pattern a short story,

Red, white, and blue colors, that resemble Old Glory.

It is here not just for me, built of love and to share,

You can find it on the sofa, sometimes on the back of a chair.

Cloth and thread mended together, beautiful yet more than just decor,

It tells tell part of my story, good, bad,  and so much more.

Tough days they can come, full of anger and guilt,

Like a distant hug from mother, I surround myself with her homemade quilt.


I wish I had the talent and patience to make a quilt.  A quilt, to me, encompasses so many things.  The time, creativity, patience, and effort that goes into its construction is truly overwhelming.  I was fortunate to receive this quilt.  It is more of a fight around our house of who gets to wrap themselves up in the detailed work of art.

Like a tapestry or priceless painting, I look at this quilt everyday.  I am grateful for my life, family, and those around me.

Thank you for taking a look at a short poem that means a lot to me.

I have the dictated words below as they are hard to read on the photograph.  Thank you for reading “A Distance Hug from a Mother”.

Poetry “This is Why”

This is why is a poem about a gentle teaching moment.  So gentle that it will last this child’s lifetime. With a generation between grandfather and grandson, the grandfather teaches his grandson that respecting the flag of our country is respecting those who gave everything, to include their families.

Thank you for taking the time to read, “This is Why”.  It means the world to me!

This is Why

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