This video is a bit sad for me, reminds me of my mother when she was young, She always took such care of her hair. I can remember her standing in the rain while she washed her hair with rain water.
I'm busy, busy going from each craft to art and any idea I can come up for some kind of an exhibit.
This is the poem I've done for some stationery:
Chilocco Reunion at Chilocco, 2012
Lingering mist of another time and our youth wraps around us like prairie winds aloof.
Minds swung from socials, math, English, , vocation, detail, escorts and subtle truth.
Something lingers in the empty walls of these old stone buildings so quiet but still in place
Remember, gave us the will, the friendship, no not that, more as family to conquer, win the race.
So we rested here for a few days on the reunion of June 2012 to share remembered stories
Left us away from the world around where turmoil not wisdom prevail, and all those worries.
Sweet songs of yesterday seem to float through the air and around this oval of campus grand.
They bind us together again. Surely there is a whisper, a lesson here, a picture to teach this land
Peace is not just a dream called Utopia but is created by minds of such genius and intellect
All that is and was we who are the alumni sampled this rare jewel and for her still hold respect.
Poem by Donna Jones Flood, class of ‘55
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