Jump in with both feet?

Lead as a Nation!

Death can come as a terrible surprise,

Though out of our sight, right before our eyes!

Before Coronavirus, fifteen thousand children per day,

Lost their lives worldwide while we lost our way.

After World War II, the U.S. took the lead,

Helping find clean water, nutritious foods to feed.

But Climate Crisis now threatens food/water supply,

And while the U.S. backs out, more thousands will die.

Can we not find a new direction to take?

Renew our leadership for these children’s sake?

Vote in science/truth/government and cooperation,

Jump in with both feet, Lead as a Nation!

© Forrest W. Heaton 14 May 2020

Although there have been global improvements since 1990, according to the World Health Organization and United Nations International Children’s Emergency Fund (UNICEF), 15,000 children under five years old die each day, predominantly from hunger and thirst. 

This is a follow-up post to our 16 May Four Necessities post. In that post, we stated there are four necessary action requirements for responsible leaders worldwide at the federal, state and local levels of their respective countries:

1 Trust the scientists.

2 Tell the truth. 

3 Strengthen government effectiveness.

4 Develop cooperation—domestic & international.

These four action necessities apply to the TWO simultaneous worldwide threats facing the planet’s 7.8 billion people—1) Climate Crisis and 2) Coronavirus Crisis. Today’s post deals with the first of the two: Four Necessities – Climate Crisis.

National Geographic published in April its Earth Day 50th Anniversary Special Issue in which they ingeniously presented, reading front to back: “How We Saved the World – An Optimist’s Guide to Life on Earth in 2070.” (2070 will be Earth Day’s 100th Anniversary.) Then, “flipping” over the same magazine, reading back to front, they presented: “How We Lost the Planet – A Pessimist’s Guide to Life on Earth in 2070.”

For those of you who are unable to read this extraordinary publication, we have selected a brief 7 ½ minute National Geographic video making an attempt to summarize at least a few of the key points in their coverage. Simply put, if you are among those who feel “we CAN shape a different future”, we encourage your reading the publication, visiting National G’s many excellent videos (nationalgeographic.com/climate change videos, SEE LINK BELOW), and getting involved. Even in these times of physical distancing/physical isolation, there is much we can do—much digging, and then much doing!

Regarding your vote: in many of the world’s countries, the people do not have a vote. Their future is at the whim of whomever is leading them at that moment. For the people in those countries who do have a vote, which fortunately (at least at the moment) includes our USA, our future is in our hands. Those “leaders” who fail at one or more of the above four necessities need to be voted out in favor of those whom we believe will achieve these four necessities. And, keep in mind, this is worldwide. What leaders of just a few countries do or don’t do (U.S., China, India) will affect all the peoples of the world. And we can only hope (along with Mary & me) that we do the right thing.

Four Necessities are required?

Four Necessities

With the Climate and the Covid crises

Four Necessities are required:

1 Trust the scientists.

2 Tell the truth.

3 Strengthen government effectiveness.

4 Develop cooperation—domestic & international.

Not achieving most/all of these

Require the boss be fired.

© Forrest W. Heaton 8 May 2020

We write our Blog on three primary topics: Poetry, Parks and Planet, and we write with three guiding principles: 1) interesting/timely topics, 2) no rants, 3) “Be brief, be brilliant, be gone.”

This post, or at least the poem referencing removing—via your vote—the responsible top official, could be considered by some as a violation of our “no rants” principle. But we ask readers not to read any “politics” into this. There are so many “rants” out there, there is no need for another. It is the life/death seriousness of these two crises that drives this poem. 

We believe the Climate Crisis is ongoing and existential—those that follow us may not have a habitable home. We believe the Coronavirus/Covid-19 Crisis, although not existential, is life-threatening in the extreme and will be with us longer than currently projected. These two crises, playing out simultaneously worldwide, require federal, state and local governmental leaders worldwide achieve the above four necessities simultaneously on both crises.

In the three Blog posts that will follow this, we will look more closely at the U.S. Federal Government response to each of the two crises with regard to the Four Necessities described above. Between now and then, we invite each reader to do their own study and let us know their recommendations as to items/links we might include.

Hubble 30th Anniversary

In a scant approximately twelve weeks, coronavirus/Covid-19 has killed approximately 63,000 in the U.S., 234,000 worldwide. Writing on any other topic in this environment may seem inappropriate. It can be helpful, however, to shift one’s focus from time-to-time for a bit of mental recovery. There are some other major events still going on in these times. 

On 15 March, we reminded readers that April is National Poetry Month, advising reading/writing poetry can be healthy diversions from these difficult issues! For our part, Mary & I, observing zero groupings of people, joined fifteen other residents at the facility where we live, reading poetry throughout the month, televised to residents by closed circuit TV—much fun, much appreciated. 

On 29 March, we wrote to remind all that 22 April of this year marks the Fiftieth Anniversary of Earth Day! Realizing shelter at home restrictions will limit celebrations, we discussed alternative celebrations and renewed personal commitments.

Today we are writing regarding a third major April event, the Thirtieth Anniversary of Hubble Space Telescope—24 April 1990 – 24 April 2020! 

How did the HST change our view?

The HST

The Hubble Space Telescope (HST) has changed our view

Our view of the Cosmos and our Earth too

Twenty-four April marked Thirty Years

An Anniversary calling for billions of cheers!

© Forrest W. Heaton  1 May 2020

Billions of cheers? Around seven point eight billion please . . . our fragile spaceship Planet Earth’s current estimated human population.

The Universe from Hubble. NASA

Named after Edwin Hubble, an American scientist who determined the universe was expanding vs. static, the HST has revolutionized our understanding of the universe, becoming one of the most productive scientific instruments ever built. Hubble was designed/built to be periodically serviced by space-walking astronauts, the design quickly put to a test (successfully in 1993) to repair a flawed mirror. Since then, Hubble’s new science has been matched with spectacular images that inspire the imagination of any viewer.

John Grunsfeld, NASA Associate Administrator and former astronaut who serviced Hubble on three servicing missions, feels: “Hubble still has a tremendous journey ahead of it; I’m still convinced that its greatest discovery lies ahead.”

By visiting nasa.gov/hubble, you can view a number of outstanding videos honoring Hubble’s thirtieth anniversary. One we strongly recommend can be viewed by clicking below.

During Pandemic and Climate Crisis, can we find a way?

Fiftieth Earth Day

During Pandemic and Climate Crisis,

Can we find a way . . .

To celebrate Fifty?

Fiftieth Earth Day?

It is this coming month,

April twenty-two;

Earth: our only home,

Will appreciate what you do!

© Forrest W. Heaton

28 March 2020

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Creativity! Teamwork! Leadership! Coming from all points of the globe, from countless different cultures, from different customs, languages, music, histories and stories, we have come together as Americans, particularly at times of extreme stress/threat, to overcome the threat, learn from it, and then to reach out again to help others—to lead the world in what needs to be done for humanity and our fragile spaceship planet earth.

Many examples come to mind: helping rebuild Europe and Japan after the Second World War, developing life-saving procedures and medicines now in use worldwide. With disparate skills, extraordinary creativity and outstanding leadership we succeeded.

Since social distancing prevents celebration in groups, perhaps you might consider a few hours outside—walking, thinking, sitting, reading, praying, planting, repairing, writing, perhaps reading a poem. Should you possibly choose the latter, you might consider Wendell Berry’s “Look It Over.”

Look It Over

I leave behind even

my walking stick. My knife

is in my pocket, but that

I have forgot. I bring

no car, no cell phone,

no computer, no camera,

no CD player, no fax, no

TV, not even a book. I go

into the woods. I sit on

a log provided at no cost.

It is the earth I’ve come to,

the earth itself, sadly

abused by the stupidity

only humans are capable of

but, as ever, itself. Free.

A bargain! Get it while it lasts.

Wendell Berry

From New Collected Poems.

Counterpoint Press © 2012

April - National Poetry Month?

April - National Poetry Month!

Depressed by politician named Drumpth?

Write a poem for National Poetry Month!

© Forrest W. Heaton 12 March 2020

These are difficult times—coronavirus spreading, climate change accelerating, health threatened, finances declining, lifestyle changing, some lamenting politics. In these times, yes, we need to focus our brains on appropriate action. But we also need to reserve a portion of our brains for diversion—thinking through new and different activities that present a challenge and perhaps result in improved mental and physical health . . . possibly even laughter! In that regard, therefore, we are going to propose a challenge you might consider. We’d love to hear from you about this idea and, if you participate, your experience.

A reader wrote to us in the past week to advise: “[Your blog posts are] a good distraction in our crazy world right now—another way poetry comes to the rescue!” Further, she advised that National Public Radio was currently featuring a poetry challenge she felt we might find of interest and that she was considering entering. She provided the link (below). We visited NPR to learn about the challenge. It was much fun. We learned some new stuff including the definition of “ekphrastic,” wrote our very first ekphrastic poems, submitted them, and are awaiting NPR’s advice that they have chosen them as among their Number 1 submissions!

When you click on the below link, the NPR website comes up. Click on the “3-Minute Listen” button. Either while listening or after, scroll through the program explanation. Hopefully you’ll decide to write a poem! Who cares if it is any good? Who, besides you, is in a position to judge its worth anyway? Consider it simply an exercise in offloading some stress, having some fun! You can either write your poem directly into the NPR provided box or prepare it ahead of time. When you’re ready to type it out and submit, in the paragraph just after the Salvador Dali picture, click on “Submit your ekphrastic poem here.”

Young Woman at a Window, Salvador Dali, 1925

When reading the program explanation, we learned the deadline for submissions is 18 March and the cap on poem length is 10 lines. Should you wish to submit, be aware of these two restrictions. Otherwise, we encourage you to write as many poems as your “Poet Spirit” wishes to create! Your March and April will be all the better for it! Happy National Poetry Month! 

Anne Raftery’s “Poet Spirit?”

Listening As Your “Spirit” Moves

Enriching your life, your poetry proves,

You’re listening as your Spirit moves.

© Forrest W. Heaton 2013

(This was my two-line poem I included in the “Poet Spirit” section of our book, The Sixty-Minute Poet. You’ve got a “Poet Spirit” inside you as well! Are you listening to her or him?)

This is the second post in a duo dealing with my concept as explained in our 2013 book, The Sixty-Minute Poet, that, in our opinion, each human being has inside of them what we call a “Poet Spirit”, the capacity to write poetry regardless of how often, if never, they’ve tried. The first post, dated 17 Feb., presented a poem written in 2016 by long-time friend, now deceased, Bruce Barkley. This second post presents a poem by friend, Anne Raftery, that she wrote in response to Bruce’s poem. I had advised Anne of our friends, Bruce & Cathy Barkley, of Bruce’s diagnosis, of Bruce’s poem, and of Bruce’s question: “Why could he express these deep feelings better in poetry than in prose?” This was her answer: 

I Write A Poem . . .

I write a poem . . .

When I need to turn fireworks into one shining star.

When I need to turn a thundering waterfall into one raindrop falling onto a calm lake.

When I need to turn overwhelming sadness or grief into the sensation of peace and faith.

When I need to pray.

© Anne Raftery February 2015

Brief bio: Anne has traveled far and wide; fortunately, her travels to North Carolina coincided with ours. She is now settled back in her home state of Connecticut in the town in which she grew up. But it was a circuitous route—Connecticut, Ecuador, Ohio, Kansas, Texas, North Carolina, back to Connecticut. As Anne has shared many times—“there is no such thing as coincidence.” Anne was meant to be a poet; she just needed to have: “The Sixty-Minute Poet” awakening!

We’ve also included two of Anne’s poems she shared with us recently.

Time For A Change

Early in to my new life

When I start my day

Has taken quite a turn

Out in my car driving to work

Well before the crack of dawn

Without a flinch or frown

Now it is with all my focus and purpose

That my day starts at bright light

Working into the day with ease

How does that happen?

Never an alarm clock involved?

Never a conscious “waking” thought to adjust?

I just knew it was time for a change

I just knew that a chapter had closed

I just knew that a new way had to be forged

© Anne Raftery September 2019

Time To Write

Spend time with quiet.

Spend time with words.

Discover the time.

Discover the readers.

Discover joy.

Discover poetry.

© Anne Raftery January 2020

Thank you, Anne, for sharing. We encourage you readers to write and share with us. Please know that we will not publish without your approval.

Barkley’s “Poet Spirit?”

“Poet Spirit”

We’re writing in celebration of those writing to show,

Their “Poet Spirit” is stirring and they want others to know;

Having read our book, “The Sixty-Minute Poet,”

They tried their hand and found they could show it;

They’ve agreed to our posting a poem or two,

In hopes you Dear Readers will try your hand too!

© Forrest W. Heaton January 2020

My wife, Sally, who passed away in 1997, and I raised our kids in the late 60’s thru early 80’s in Montgomery Village, Maryland. Amongst our many friends doing the same in that community were Cathy & Bruce Barkley. In the succeeding years, although living in different parts of the country, we stayed in touch. In February 2015, Bruce advised us he had just received a diagnosis of pancreatic cancer. Bruce was a man of many talents which included writing. He had authored seven management texts published by McGraw Hill, many or all of which are still in print. Although a writer of prose, Bruce had never written a poem. Bruce had, however, read our book, “The Sixty-Minute Poet.” Within a week of receiving his diagnosis, Bruce wrote his first poem, below, which he shared with us and gave permission to share with others:

Life trending toward wise fullness midst doubts remain

Each exciting touch with others lightens dark paths from love delivered

Those who love us hold on solid against a cold and darkening rain

Steel-borne bonds carry us strongly, joyful, not withered

A whole life feeling overcomes us from those we love

Carrying us swiftly upwards to hear the higher sounds of God’s speed

What more than this can come from worldliness or above

Remains for those we love to sing our song back to a world in need

The loving music streams out into the earthly noise of hate and despair

But overcomes in simple gifts, seldom seen but always there

That song of love in choral beauty then spreads fans of care

Will be the light of life we have and pass on to others to bear

© Bruce Barkley February 2015

Bruce died 30 August 2016. Cathy had asked me if I would please read Bruce’s poem at his graveside Internment Service; I advised I would be honored and did so. I reminded all listening that this was Bruce’s voice they were hearing, not mine. For me and for all, it was a very moving experience.

Between Bruce’s writing the above poem and his death, we talked a number of times about this writing. His primary question was “Why could he express these deep feelings better in poetry than in prose?” I advised I get this question all the time . . . and so do other poets. There is no “right” answer. There are perhaps as many answers as there are people asking the question. Perhaps one answer may be that each person has within them the power to express themselves in poetry . . . but most have never tried. Thus, when they do try, they often are astounded at what is coming out . . . often thoughts they’ve kept both from themselves and others, often thoughts that, when out, are helpful in paving a way forward. One needs not share their poems with others unless they so choose. However, when they do decide to share, as Bruce did in this case, others may find the same Peace in their listening/reading as the writer did in her or his writing.

Our blog post following this one will highlight another Sixty-Minute Poet writing in 2015 in response to reading Bruce’s poem. She, also, has been a good writer but had never written a poem until reading our book. We hope you find these offerings motivational to stir your “Poet Spirit.” She/He is awaiting your knock on her/his door!

Will you be our Valentine?

Will You Be Our Valentine?

We Love You!

Each one of you!

Will you be our Valentine?

© Mary & Forrest Heaton  February 2020

We are certain all Heaton Publications Blog readers have already written a love poem to give to their sweetheart, special friend, pastor, mother, father, cat, dog, sister, brother, (you get the idea) this coming Friday, 14 February, Valentine’s Day! However, if there are a few of you out there who have not already done so, we’ve written this blog post as a bit of encouragement to get you off your duff to write your stuff! 

And, as all of you know from reading our book, The Sixty-Minute Poet, “it doesn’t have to be ‘good’, it doesn’t have to have meter, it doesn’t have to rhyme. It just has to come from your heart!”

We’ll give you a few lines to think about to help you get started . . . .

I’m Afraid

I’ve not written a poem before

And I’m afraid I’ll be a bore

And . . . I’m afraid to ask if you’ll be my Valentine? But, OK, here goes, will you be?

My First Poem

Roses are red

Violets are blue

This is my first poem

I write it to YOU!

Will you be my Valentine?

In First Grade

In first grade,

When five or six;

We’d make Valentines,

Seal envelopes with licks.

Then give to a friend,

Hoping they would say “Yes!”

What was the question?

Can you guess?

My Love Will Have Her Poem

We’ve been married for these nineteen years,

But no poem . . . from me . . . until now;

This inspiration has caused perspiration,

And a furrow upon my brow.

With pen in hand and blank sheet of paper,

I’m eager for the words to come,

But I must admit, I feel I may quit,

If no words when I am done.

But, wait, what’s this? Poetic bliss!

The words are pouring out!

They even rhyme . . . and in metered time!

Not knowing who to thank, I shout:

“Poetry Gods—I sing praise to you!

My love will have her poem!

And after nineteen years, I’ve finally come through,

Except . . . what rhymes with ‘poem’?”

So, Dear Ones, the rest is up to you. Have fun! 

You Celebrated his Birthday?

To those at Bard’s Dinner, we hope you had fun . . .

Celebrating Bard’s Birthday . . . Two Hundred Sixty-One!

© Forrest W. Heaton 28 January 2020

You Dear Readers reading our Blog know that we posted, 29Dec19, Robert Burns’ Auld Lang Syne to bridge 2019 to 2020 and then, 13Jan20, we posted encouragement to attend a Robert Burns Dinner in your area celebrating my favorite poet’s 261st Birthday, 25 January! For our part, on Saturday 25Jan, Mary & I attended what surely is North Carolina’s Number One Burns Dinner! The organizing group was the St. Andrews Society of NC and the Robert Burns Society of NC, all led by Jim Graham, the handsome fellow with his bride, Patricia, in the photo below.

We hope those of you who chose to attend a Burns Dinner had similar good fortune! There was so much going on at our event that the opportunity didn’t present itself to read my Epigraph to Burns’ Tam o’ Shanter that I wrote in 2006 while in Burns’ hometown of Ayrshire sketching the Brig o’ Doon, eating Haggis, drinking a wee dram of Oban single malt, and soaking in the glorious history, culture and poetry. Having this opportunity, we’ll present it here for you Dear Readers:

Tam’s Tale Twice Told!

In Alloway, Ayrshire wi’ my Mary Dear,

It’s been twenty years sin’ I’ve been here.

At Brig o’ Doon House, by river’s edge,

Now trim an’ bright in flower an’ hedge.

The air grows chill after dinnner’s swoon,

As we read Burns by Brig o’ Doon.

The brig grows brighter by spotlight,

As sun slade down an’ comes the night.

The trees by Doon must hae been small,

If ere those trees were there at all.

We imagine Tam o’ Shanter’s mare,

Sweet Meg, frightened, standin’ there.

Tryin’ t’ gather courage t’ run,

Whilst Tam’s heel an’ hand encouragin’.

Chased by witches an’ “warlocks in mirk,

By Alloway’s auld [and] haunted kirk.”

Aye, Maggie dids’t run ‘midst lightenin’ an’ hail,

She crossed the brig, but lost her tail.

Robbie first wrote this Tam’s tale bold,

Now with this addition, we’ve Tam’s Tale Twice Told!

© Forrest W. Heaton 6 September 2006

What’s so special about the twenty-fifth of January?

Twenty-fifth of January

If you’re careful and choose a culinary winner,

You can join Burns’ spirit for a “Burns Supper” dinner.

With haggis n’ single malt ’n poetry n’ pipes,

Twenty fifth January! One of poetry’s top nights!

© Forrest W. Heaton 12 January 2020

What is a Burns Supper?

“A Burns supper is a celebration of the life and poetry of the poet, Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796), the author of many Scots poems. The suppers are normally held on or near the poet's birthday, 25 January, occasionally known as Robert Burns Day (or Robbie Burns Day[1]) but more commonly known as Burns Night (Scots: Burns Nicht). However, in principle, celebrations may be held at any other time of the year.

The first supper was held in memoriam at Burns Cottage by Burns' friends, on 21 July 1801, the fifth anniversary of his death; it has been a regular occurrence ever since. The first still extant Burns Club was founded in Greenock in 1801 by merchants who were born in Ayrshire, some of whom had known Burns. They held the first Burns supper on what they thought was his birthday, 29 January 1802, but in 1803, they discovered the Ayr parish records that noted his date of birth was actually 25 January 1759 [2]. Since then, suppers have been held on or about 25 January.

Burns suppers may be formal or informal. Both typically include haggis (a traditional Scottish dish celebrated by Burns in Address to a Haggis), Scotch whisky and the recitation of Burns poetry. Formal dinners are hosted by organisations such as Burns clubs, the Freemasons or St. Andrews Societies; they occasionally end with dancing when ladies are present. Formal suppers follow a standard order.”

The above information obtained from Wikipedia. 

A Scottish friend who kindly reviewed the above information prior to our posting this blog post, reminded us to include the following: 

“Every Burns supper includes an Immortal Memory. The Immortal Memory is someone giving a eulogy describing Burns, his life and what he did for posterity to make him so famous still today. It is an integral part of the evening.”

Do you want to attend a Burns Supper? 

Check your local area for Burns Suppers by searching at:  https://www.eventbrite.com

This website will probably not list all Burns Suppers in your area (only the places who registered with Eventbrite) so feel free to do your own online search! As always, when choosing, be sure to look at the reviews to ensure your Robert Burns Night is the best it can be!  

Do you want to host a Burns Supper?

If you are an ambitious soul, feel free to host your own Burns Supper! 

We found the following website that lists the simple steps to host a wonderful Burns Supper:

https://handluggageonly.co.uk/2015/08/11/scottish-cuisine-how-to-host-the-perfect-burns-night-supper/

Your own poem in Scottish brogue?

For those of you writing or wanting to write poetry, you might find it fun to write a poem in Scottish brogue to share at your upcoming Burns Supper!

The Selkirk Grace

Some hae meat and canna eat,

And some wad eat that want it;

But we hae meat, and we can eat

Sae let the Lord be thankit.

Robert Burns

Poetry Healing Balm?

Thank You Heaton Publications Blog Readers! Thank you, Dear Heaton Publications Blog Readers, for your sticking with us, now in our fourth year publishing our Blog. Our New Year’s 2020 wishes to each of you are for a happy, healthy, sustainable Two Thousand and Twenty! We will continue to write on the topics of Poetry, Parks and Planet, the first post of this New Year dealing with poetry, specifically: 

Can poetry be the healing balm that you’ve been searching for? 

Can Poetry Be The Healing Balm?

Can poetry be the healing balm that you’ve been searching for?

Vicki Field has answered that in our first post out the door;

Like many/most/all needing to replace divisive, incessant heartburn,

She chose instead to write a poem with love replacing the churn.

© Forrest W. Heaton 2 January 2020

Vicki & David Field are friends living in Fearrington Village, NC, the neighborhood from which Mary & I moved in 2019 to our apartment in Galloway Ridge (just a stone’s throw between the two.) We opened our 2019 blog posts with a 5Jan19 post entitled Twice the Lift which featured the Field’s practice of giving a Christmas gift of David’s chocolate chip cookies with an accompanying poem by Vicki. Our purpose was to encourage you Dear Readers to consider occasionally writing and including a poem with a gift you’re giving to someone—thus the gift and the poem creating “twice the lift.” 

We heard from readers that they liked the idea. Thus, it seems only appropriate to open this year in the same manner. In 2013, we self-published an eBook entitled The Sixty-Minute Poet available on Amazon for $9.95 that teaches the reader in a brief 60-minutes how to write a poem. Although you don’t need to read our book to begin or improve your poem-writing, it might help. We asked Vicki how she began her poetry-writing. Her answer is inspiring: “My Christmas poems began after my Mom died, at age 95, leaving us with a hole in our hearts and a folder of her original, and beloved, family Christmas poems. As a tribute, I kept the practice alive, crafting little poems as gifts for family and friends. Now, each Christmas, as David (aka Mr. Field…) bakes up over 1000 chocolate chip cookies to give as gifts, I keep Mom close and bravely pen a poem to accompany them!” 

Here is Vicki’s Christmas 2019 poem to accompany David’s cookies:

Christmas, 2019

Lying, cheating, unending scandal!

The locked horns and venom are too much 

to handle.

Our hearts are torn. Our brains are fried.

We’re tired of asking, “Why, why, why?”

D turns on the oven and mixes the batter!

He pours chocolate chips. 

Our hearts pitter patter.

For baking and wrapping and sending 

sweet treats

to people we love always defeats

life’s dangerous curves, and valleys of fear.

And serves up a spark of bright 

holiday cheer.

So, know that this gift is a gift for us too.

It opens our hearts.

affirming what’s true.

Sending love to savor!

Vicki and David

Auld Lang Syne

It is the time of year again for us to reprise our prior year’s blog post giving readers/singers a bit of history about the poem/song Auld Lang Syne (and a bit of help with the lyrics). 

Do y’ know what y’ll be singin’ this comin’ Tuesday night at midnight? 

Aye, if y’ like most, it’ll be Auld Lang Syne.  But, ask aroun’: few will know it’s a poem by a fellow named Robert Burns.  An’ fewer still will know what all the words mean.  Read this brief post and impress y’ friends!

Robert Burns (1759-1796) is recognized as Scotland’s greatest poet and greatest son (most recognized, most revered).  In addition to writing original poetry and songs, he was also a superb collector of earlier Scottish poetry and songs.  Scholars feel Auld Lang Syne is based on earlier Scottish poems/songs but is mostly Burn’s poetry.  Having written the poem in 1788, he then put the poem to a widely recognized Scottish folk song and published it in 1792.  Not only did it become instantly popular in Scotland (where their New Year’s Eve celebration is called Hogmanay), but it quickly spread around the world as revelers sang out the old year and in the new.  Different resources offer varying lyrics; those we’ve presented here are (we feel) close to Burns’ original intent as well as close to what you hear sung today.  (We’ve put in parentheses in a few spots a brief description in English what his Scottish brogue was saying.)

AULD LANG SYNE (Old long since, long long ago, days gone by, old times)

 [1]           

SHOULD AULD ACQUAINTANCE BE FORGOT, (Should old acquaintances/old times be forgotten,)

AND NEV-ER BROT TO MIN? (And never brought to mind?)

SHOULD AULD ACQUAINTANCE BE FORGOT,

AND DAYS OF AULD LANG SYNE?

[Chorus]

FOR AULD LANG SYNE, MY DEAR, (For the sake of old times, my dear/my friend/my friends,)

FOR AULD LANG SYNE,

WE’LL TAK’ A CUP O’ KIND-NESS YET, (We’ll take a cup of kindness yet,)

FOR AULD LANG SYNE.

[2]

WE TWO HAE RUN ABOUT THE BRAES, (We two have run about the slopes,)

AND PU’D THE GOWANS FINE; (And picked the daisies fine;)

BUT WE’VE WANDER’D MONY A WEARY FOOT (But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,)

SIN’ AULD LANG SYNE. (For/since auld lang syne.)

[3]

WE TWO HAE PAIDL’T I’ THE BURN, (We two have paddled in the stream,)

FROM MORNIN’ SUN TILL DINE;

BUT SEAS BETWEEN US BRAID HAE ROAR’D, (But seas between us broad have roared,)

SIN’ AULD LANG SYNE.        

[4]

AND SURELY YE’LL BE YOUR PINT-STOUP, (And surely you’ll buy your pint cup,)

AND SURELY I’LL BE MINE; (And surely I’ll buy mine;)

AND WE’LL TAK’ A CUP O’ KIND-NESS YET

SIN’ AULD LANG SYNE.

[5]

AND HERE’S A HAND, MY TRUST-Y FRIEN’, (And here’s a hand my trusty friend,)

AND GIE’S A HAND O’ THINE; (And give me a hand of thine;)

WE’LL TAK’ A CUP O’ KIND-NESS YET,

SIN’ AULD LANG SYNE.

[Chorus]

Unfinished Work?

Unfinished Work

To internalize this poem, visualize the specter of an empty chair,

One chair is over here . . . and another is over there.

The one there belonged to Dickens of social critic writing fame,

Until death overtook his time. We celebrate his works and name.

The chair here was of one night’s sitting . . . by Abraham Lincoln,

Seeking an hour’s respite from Civil War that month won.

Bringing Dickens and Lincoln together for us this past Friday,

At Ford’s Theatre the National Park Service presented Dickens’ play:

A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens, published 1843,

a story of redemptive societal transformation.

Ford’s Theatre, National Historic Site, Washington DC

Wonderfully staged and acted, the presentation took our breath away,

But above stage right was flag-draped box where Lincoln’s life was taken away.

Though both worked at different works, both worked tirelessly,

To improve man’s treatment of man—fair and equitable society.

We were struck by the juxtaposition of these messages twenty-two years apart,

These two men telling each in audience: it is for each of you to start!

It is our Unfinished Work, now for each of you to bear,

And do the best that each of you can do . . . to fill our empty chair!

© Forrest W. Heaton Chapel Hill NC 9 December 2019

Drowning Venice?

(Follow-up to 14Nov post.) In November 2020, if the U.S. were to “Vote-in an ‘Urgent Transition’”, how might that help the planet?

Drowning Venice: A Sea-Level Warning!

in what position would an “Urgent Transition”

Put U.S. regarding the climate?

If Federal, state, local . . . governments were vocal

For renewables vs. fossils, we’d try it!

We’d figure it out, lead the world with our clout

And lessen the impact of warming;

Tipping point may be past . . . but we still must act fast

Drowning Venice: a sea-level warning!

© Forrest W. Heaton  Chapel Hill NC

16 November 2019

Have we time to avoid a cataclysmic climate catastrophe?

Vote-In An Urgent Transition

In gov Fed and state too the red and the blue

Fight each other to the bitter end,

Polarization has stifled the nation

Zero compromise message they send.

Situation is fraught because one side’s been bought

By fossil fuel companies who claim,

The science is wrong and the climate is strong

Lower energy prices their aim.

Issues that demand a bipartisan plan

They often get lost in the fray,

‘Till people start dying, then some start trying

To open their minds a new way, can be done,

To open their minds a new way.

Read the science! Ignore the reliance

On red and blue party position,

We’ve precious little time, use this message in rhyme

Vote-In an Urgent Transition, each and all,

Vote-In an Urgent Transition!

© Forrest W. Heaton Chapel Hill, NC

11 November 2019 

Nurturing relationships for life’s foundation?

Relationships

Most have to work to master the skills,

Of nurturing with care and communication,

The coming together of two people’s lives,

Deep fulfillment for life’s foundation.

© Forrest W. Heaton 23 October 2019

With many in our nation and perhaps in our families and friends experiencing increased stress about our future—unprecedented, constant stress feeding disunity and fragmentation of relationships, it seems to us the topic bears discussion, celebration where relationships are working, and work where they are not. Often when working through complicated issues, I try poetry to see if it can help clarify thoughts where prose might be less effective. Above is my effort on this topic.

Relationships matter because of how deeply ingrained are the needs for human connection, affirmation, love, care, stimulation, protection. Not finding these often promotes anxiety, isolation. Isn’t it rewarding when we receive helpful guidance on these skills from parents, pastors, teachers, psychiatrists, psychologists, physicians, counselors, support groups, etc. 

Our purpose in writing this is two-fold. First, as mentioned, nurturing relationships seems to be a universal and timely need. Second, my Mary was in Massachusetts 26 October speaking at the Memorial Service of one of her closest friends, Bonnie Stropp, who died suddenly on 6 October. Mary is good at developing life-long relationships. So was Bonnie. They met as neighbors in Summit, NJ when their kids were small and raised their kids together. They didn’t lose track of each other (there’s a lot of work in that right there.) It turns out that on one particular Mother’s Day, the two of them as well as another neighbor, Marion Krupka, feeling that their husbands/kids were not giving them the Mother’s Day attention they felt they deserved, decided to go, the three of them, to Cape Cod and properly celebrate Mother’s Day. They did so. And, they followed up with doing so for another thirty-six years!

On learning this story around the time Mary & I were married in December 2000, I congratulated them for their inventiveness (not to mention their perseverance), named them the “Cape Cod Girls” and wrote a song for them by the same title. The men were eventually invited to come after the girls’ days of Cape Codding together. Each year we sang the song in celebration.

Yes, it hurts to the core when you lose a friend who is this deep in your heart. But, yes, it is one of life’s greatest gifts to have relationships like these and they deserve celebration and long memory. This write-up, then, is part of that celebration and memory. Nice going Bonnie, Marion and Mary! Nice going Cape Cod Girls! We Love You So!

Protect, restore, fund, vote?

Protect, Restore, Fund, Vote!

To survive we cannot miss this boat!

Protect, Restore, Fund, Vote!

© Forrest W. Heaton  20 September 2019

This past week we heard from some family, friends and Heaton Publications readers that they were unaware of the Friday 20Sep19 worldwide Climate Strike until they read our Sunday 15Sep blog post. We’re happy some/many changed their Friday plans in order to attend a Strike. Here are pics from Mary & me (along with a neighbor) joining the Chapel Hill Strike Friday morning—electrifying! Perhaps you saw news clips from around the world which might have included Melbourne, Australia’s 100,000 person record for an Australian environmental protest! For those of you who attended a Strike, we’d love to hear from you and will post a Comment or two.

We heard from my sister who viewed a short film sent to her by a friend. We’ve made it the featured item in this post: the film by environmental activists Greta Thunberg & George Monbiot, published Thursday 19Sep19, just in time for the worldwide Climate Strike! At a short three minutes, forty seconds, it lays out in simple terms what each of us can do:

Protect. “Tropical forests (the world’s primary carbon reservoirs)  are being cut down at the rate of 30 [football fields] a minute.” “Where nature is doing something vital, we must protect it.”

Restore. “Much of our planet has been damaged.” “But nature can regenerate and we can help ecosystems bounce back.”

Fund. “We need to stop funding things that destroy nature and pay for things that help it.”

Vote. “Vote for people who defend nature . . . .and leave fossil fuels in the ground.” 

Fossils: time to strike?

your first climate strike

this is our third in a trilogy

regarding climate crisis—a catastrophe

playing out right before our eyes

demanding action vs. denial and lies

young people are leading around the world

before this crisis is fully unfurled

we hope you’ll agree this is action you like

and join this friday in your first climate strike

   © Forrest W. Heaton 15 September 2019

This coming Friday, 20 September 2019, millions of people around the world, young, old and middle-aged, will strike for the climate. Initially inspired by Greta Thunberg, and then by young people from all over the globe, Climate Strikes are planned for this day worldwide. Four events are planned right here in Mary’s & my home area of Chapel Hill/Raleigh/Durham NC. Mary & I have chosen to join the strike at the 9:00am event in Chapel Hill. Here’s what the NRDC (Natural Resources Defense Council) has to say about these events: “On September 20, three days before the UN Climate Summit in NYC, young people and adults will strike all across the US and world to demand transformative action to be taken to address the climate crisis. Millions of us will take the streets to demand a right to a future, and we’re inviting you to strike with us.” For a future, Mary & I feel it is imperative to vote out climate deniers/liars, and vote in those who will take transformative climate action. We are hoping our Heaton Publications readers will join us in this effort.

Fossils: Leave ‘em in the ground or dig ‘em up?

Behavior and Vote

Want to have a future?

A viable safe place to live?

It’s your choice on behavior!

And your vote to give!

© Forrest W. Heaton 30 August 2019

Thank you, Dear Readers, for your patience regarding the longer time between blog posts while we focus on my 21 May neck/back surgery recovery and preparation for 1 November ankle replacement surgery. Am working on my bionic merit badge. 

This is the 2nd in a trilogy of posts on whether we leave fossils in the ground or dig them up. 

In this post, Mary and I ask you to imagine a coin—let’s describe it as gold so that you give it a bit more importance and visualize it. On one side of the coin is David Koch and on the other side is Greta Thunberg. This coin represents the most crucial issue facing the currently seven billion human inhabitants of Planet Earth—whether or not the Planet’s climate (temperature and weather) will continue to sustain life as we know it. The images on either side of the coin represent diametrically opposed positions on the issue. The results of the issue could be catastrophic for us, our descendants, and the planet . . . and, they are playing out right before our eyes as we write this post. 

You have a choice in this matter—regarding your behavior and your vote. In other blog posts on the topic, we have discussed choices available for you to make a difference—small though it may be but still a difference re behavior. Regarding your vote, the issue demands your careful attention and then your vote Tuesday 3 November 2020 (a short fourteen months from now.) Should you wish to conduct more research on either side of this coin, here is a link for each to help you get started:

We would be happy to hear from any or all of you on this issue. Thank you Dear Mary and Forrest Heaton Publications blog subscribers/readers! We appreciate you so!

Must fossils be fuel?

This is the first post in a trilogy on fossils.

Fossils

There’s a world of difference between now and then,

When fossils stayed fossils until harnessed by man;

Now seven point five billion extract, make and burn,

And our planet’s temperature has taken its turn;

Unless we act soon it will be too late,

Forget political blame, we will have sealed our fate.

© Forrest W. Heaton July 2019

As of this writing, the United States relies on coal, oil and natural gas for eighty percent of its energy—fossil fuels of dwindling supply and increasing greenhouse gas (GHG) negative effects on climate/environment. If readers will please put aside politics, this is a plea for us to swiftly act as intelligent people to save our fragile spaceship Planet Earth before catastrophic climate change permanently kills millions of living species and makes large portions of the earth uninhabitable for humans. This potential catastrophe is already underway. Yes, we need increasing energy for our increasing population. But it can come from renewables—energy sources which are constantly replenished, have no GHG emissions and will never run out!

Solar. The sun has been producing energy for all 4.6 billion years of the earth’s existence; its energy is completely free and renewable. As of 2018, solar accounted for only two percent of U.S. energy usage. Steps in the right direction at the state level for harnessing this resource begin with California. California leads the states in installed solar with 23 gigawatts providing seventeen percent of its electricity and employing more than 86,000 people. (A gigawatt is a unit of electrical power equal to one billion watts.) Support those working on the best methods to capture, store and use this remarkable resource.

Wind. Windmills were used in Persia, now Iran, as early as 200 B.C. The Netherlands hasn’t done a bad job with them either. It seems about time we got with it. As of 2018, wind accounted for seven percent of U.S. energy usage, the largest of the contribution from renewables. In 2018, renewables accounted for seventeen percent of U.S. energy usage. Some steps in the right direction at the state level include Texas where, in 2017, wind accounted for twenty percent of operating electric generating capacity. You’ve got it: Support those working on the best methods to capture, store and use this remarkable resource.

We’ll discuss skeptics/critics in the second post in this trilogy. In sum, they ignore or discredit the science and use old, misleading or erroneous data to support their claims. The world will come to realize they have the displaced and deceased on their conscience; their behavior is unconscionable. Please, at the local, state and national level: vote out those who promote fossil fuels; vote in those who promote renewables! It is that simple and that important! When you do this, will you sometimes get policy or legislation that doesn’t speak to your ideology? Yes. But, at the same time, you will be giving those you love and those who will come after you a place to live.

Ford plant Detroit Michigan 1950s