Sunday, May 25, 2014

Nature's Memorial

This Memorial Day I think back to a quote written by an anonymous person, "the real heroes are the ones whose name we wear on our wrists." For me that person is my cousin, LCpl Nathan Ross Elrod. He paid the ultimate sacrifice and died serving our country on October 21st 2006. He is my hero and I will never forget him!

The poem below is a nonet, which is a nine line poem. The first line has nine syllables, second line eight, and so on. Hope you enjoy it and get to spend time with your family this weekend!

Nature’s Memorial:

Golden sunrise lights white tombstones as
red, white, and blue proudly unfurls
over the courageous dead.
On solemn ground green blades
of grass stand straighter.
Stones etch valor.
Trees salute.
weep. Registered & Protected 

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Special Olympics

As a coach people always ask me, "How was Special Olympics?" I appreciate their desire to know how my athletes did in the competitions, however there is something about Special Olympics that you just can't explain. I wish every teacher, student, and parent could attend Special Olympics and just take it all in. There is nothing like it. Words can not do it justice. No other sporting event compares to it. The athletes enthusiasm is contagious. Their determination relentless. Their passion inspiring. The pride in their eyes when that medal is placed around their neck is tear jerking. If you ever get the chance to attend Special Olympics take the opportunity. I guarantee you won't regret it.

This poem is an acrostic spelling out Special Olympics

Something is different about them
Perhaps it’s how they look or communicate
Except those things don’t matter here
Competitions don’t focus on appearance or brains
Instead they focus on the heart
Athletes ooze passion and energy
Loved dearly by their coaches and fans

Olympics can’t be described unless you have been there
Looked into the blazing eyes of a victorious runner
Yelled and cheered for a special someone
Marveled at the strength of each competitor
Pumped your fist in pride
Inspired them to never quit
Cried with joy when they lift their medals high
Something is different about them Registered & Protected 

For further information about Special Olympics or to volunteer or donate funds visit

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mothers Day

I wrote this for Mom several years ago. She is my role model of how a godly woman lives and cares for her family. For all the Mom's out there I hope you enjoy this poem!

Mother’s Day Bouquet:
(meaning behind the flowers color: pink-caring, purple- royalty, red- love, white- forgiveness)

Dear Mom,
For you I selected the most beautiful flowers,
Hand watered by God’s finest rain showers.
Splashes of color to brighten your day,
Pastel shades in a blooming array.

Pink to represent your soul so caring,
Spirit warm and heart of sharing.
Purple for the royal treatment you deserve,
And your compassionate hands that always serve.

White to represent my prayer of forgiveness,
For all the times I disobeyed and was thoughtless.
Red for my abounding love for you,
It daily continues to accrue.

There hues inner twine creating a gentle beauty,
A masterpiece so lovely.
But nothing compares to your beauty and virtue,
Happy mother’s day to you! Registered & Protected 
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