Hobos and vagrants – they were once called
When riding in a boxcar – of a train…
Many were returning soldiers – from war,
And were happy to be – home again…
But, no work could be found – they had tried,
In their hearts – they said, ‘that’s okay’…
Because their art of unselfishness,
Had given to us – another safe day.
So, when walking idle - under fluffy clouds,
if you see the - cotton fields in bloom,
Recall these admirable men - in other fields,
as they kept our homeland safe - from doom..
No matter what they're called - hobo; vagrant; homeless,
they served our country with - love, honor and dignity..
So when you see them - give them acts of kindness,
the reflection you see - will be your own integrity.
Blogger: To see the first installment, click here.
All work had stopped at the Habitat for Humanity house project. Until the mystery of the skeleton and the money was resolved, the place was technically a crime scene. Danae, curious about the progress, concerned for Miz Trent and a bit interested in the cute police investigator she’d talked to last night, put together some croissants and coffee and headed over to the site. In the early morning light, it was difficult to discern mist from shadow so she drove cautiously. Her stomach dropped as she discerned the flashing lights of an ambulance speeding up behind her, its siren on full blast. Danae slowed with the rest of the traffic and pulled over to the side of the road where the leaves had piled up like confetti after Mardi Gras. When she saw the ambulance stop in front of Miz Trent’s house Danae began to pray. “Please don’t let it be more bad news,” she whispered. She parked and decided to leave the goodies in the car until she knew what was going on. Walking across the street to the yard, she called to the sandy-haired detective. “Captain, is Miz Trent okay?” He looked up and flashed her a brief smile. “Sorry, you can’t come any further here. It’s still a crime scene. But to answer your question, Miz Trent was having some anxiety this morning while we were working so we called the ambulance for her. What are you doing here so early?” “I’ve brought your team some croissants and coffee,” she said. “Let me just go back over to my car to get them.” The investigator ducked under the tape and walked towards her, “I’ll help you with that kind of burden any time. I’ll bet you want to trade the goodies for information, too, right?” Danae gave a little laugh, “well, yes. I’d be lying like Pinnochio if I said no to that.” As they lifted the goodies from the seat of the car he responded, “I can tell you because this is a very old skeleton. It looks like the money and the bones have been there for as long as the house has been. Miz Trent came here as a young bride at the end of the war in 1945 and her husband’s family had already been living in the house for years. She’s trying to remember whether anyone ever told a story that would help fill things in. Right now she’s entertaining my youngest officers with all kinds of rabbit trails.” He smiled, “it’s good for them to learn how to listen and she’s having a great time, so I’ll let it go on for a while longer. At least until I’ve had a couple more of these delicious croissants. Where did you pick them up?” Danae drew back, offended. “I picked them up off my countertop where they’d cooled after I baked them! I’m a pastry chef.” His eyes crinkled with laughter, “I’m just pulling your chain. These are too good to be store bought!”
Next week's Ten Word Challenge: Incensed, sidewinder, bogus, conniption, Haz-mat, conniving, customize, perforated, zeal, rolling off a log
And for the mini: abstemious, chlorophyll, origami, cheerleader, dung beetle