Thursday, August 27, 2026

Country Girl

For Dolly Parton

(I had a beautiful image to go with this but Google prevents uploading now.)



Poor folk in the mountains,

Scratching out a living,

No nickels to rub together,

From here she came.


Incessant expression,

With creative progression,

She sought to sing,

She did not seek fame.


Those amazed by her looks,

More amazed by her wit,

For when she spoke,

She stood her ground.


Her heart sang true,

To each one of us,

A neighbor and friend,

In her we found.


She followed her heart and she gained the world.

But deep in her heart she stayed a country girl.


She drew us close,

And made us family,

As if we each sat,

Before her fire.


For the force of love,

Which she did give,

Gave her a strength,

Which never tired.



Now her guitar lies still,

Though her fire still glows,

We still stand together,

Though we feel alone.


She’s living in our hearts,

From there she’ll never go,

Because she is not gone,

She just went back home.



She followed her heart and she gained the world.

But deep in her heart she stayed a country girl.



Monday, April 13, 2026

A Steady Heart


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 I have found a new hero on Facebook, and I will make her yours as well.  Pope John Paul II  once visited a colony for leprosy. When he left, he spoke these words, “It is easy to smile and love God when you feel good.  Choosing to smile and love God when things are terrible is not only a ministry unto others, it is a ministry to God.”


Erin suffers with ALS, and she chooses to smile, while showing others what this disease does to people, and what she endures in everyday life.  In this way she brings awareness of ALS to countless thousands who can help.


For this reason, I consider her a silent hero. I presented this poem to her, and now I present her to you.


______________

A bird takes flight for granted,

As we take the ability to run,

To laugh,

To walk,

To live.


As your abilities departed,

You sought for other means,

To smile,

To love,

To give.


Hawking, your colleague in suffering,

Resolved to explore with his mind,

While you armed with compassion,

Resolved to explore with your heart.


Showing us who frown with full faculties,

How you can smile in infirmity,

Bearing your cross with faith,

Giving face to a faceless disease.


Where the muscles fail,

May the angels lift you up.

Where the body is weak,

May your heart give strength.


Love is the source of strength,

God is the source of love,

As you pour forth from your heart,

May He fill you always.


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Friday, September 12, 2025

The Turning Point


(In memory of Charlie Kirk.)

When he was at the crossroad,

Between a boy and a man,

He realized in this place,

Every person must stand.

In the quest to find himself,

And what he would uphold as true,

He found his purpose in life,

In helping many young people through.

He reached a turning point.


“Come let us reason together” (Isaiah 1:18),

Was the only request he gave,

For in deep reflection on our values,

We lose assumptions that we have made.

Through analysis we gain perspective,

We find our place to stand in life,

He would lead young people there,

Without abrasiveness or strife.

Towards their turning point.


He had a heart of great compassion,

Giving him patience for every day,

For some were more than difficult,

When he replied to things they would say.

Yet with his wise gift of perspective,

No one could leave him quite the same,

With new values for truth imparted,

They left better than how they came.

To reach their turning point.


While leading a life of love,

At his voice someone took aim,

Leaving all of us in silence,

With relentless shock and pain.

He was demonized for disagreeing,

That was his only crime,

His silence raised the voice of millions,

And through us his light will shine.

This is the turning point.


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Saturday, October 26, 2024

The Memory of Ghosts


There was a time you could walk down the streets of America,

and we had our similarities wanting to raise children and grow old together.

We had faith in God, and each other, though we shared cultures and individuality.

We worked hard and helped each other.

Now anyone who does not believe in extreme liberal views to the detriment of others is considered the enemy and encouraged to keep quiet or go away.

You have a voice per the First Amendment, USE IT!

Take your ballot, sign and date in the red box, put it in the BALLOT box.

If we do not fight for the America which welcomed ALL people with Liberty’s torch held high, it will be gone forever.

America will only be remembered by those who have passed away.

America will become:


The Memory of Ghosts 




I was speaking with a gentleman,

Who sat next to me in a breeze,

With such a gentle face,

He had a kindness in his eyes.

There was a burden in my heart,

Which he seemed to feel and know,

Concerning what happens to us,

When people forget how to remember.


He spoke of a hotel across the lake,

Long since torn down,

Where nameless people strolled,

Over a hundred years ago.

They lived and they loved,

They dreamed and they died,

Yet if energy is not created,

Their love could never die.


He said my pain is in feeling,

The wordless whispers on the wind,

The experiences and voices long past,

Whose passion flies free like the birds.

This is fuel for the fire of the heart,

Of histories and culture once lived,

In places which no longer stand,

Connecting me to where I’ve once been.


To hold a piece of history in my hand,

Conveys an energy familiar and true,

And to live with all this in my heart,

Makes it all breathe alive once again.

He said remember the souls that were here,

Remember their love never died,

Carry their flame in your heart,

And shine that love through your eyes,


In that park we sat and we spoke.

In that park I turned to hear a sound.

When I looked to him again he was gone.




by Eric Visconti - Poet

Exploring Life

“Words are the beginning of every journey.”

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