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Senior Art and Lit.

There’s a whole lot of talent among seniors. They’re painters, writers, sculptors, poets, photographers, you name it and they’re doing it. Most of our work isn’t well known and we’re not either. But that’s not the point. Oh sure, we’d like to be recognized for our creativity, maybe make a lot of money, well maybe more than maybe, but we do this mostly because it’s in us and wants to get out. It’s for the sheer pleasure of discovering that we can. So, we’ll be showing some of that work right here. Stay tuned.

There’s a whole lot of talent among seniors. They’re painters, writers, sculptors, poets, photographers, you name it and they’re doing it. Most of their work isn’t well known and they’re not either. But that’s not the point. Oh sure, we’d like to be recognized for our creativity, maybe make a lot of money, well maybe more than maybe. But we do this work mostly because it’s in us and wants to get out. It’s because we were given or were given to learn how to do if only for the sheer pleasure of discovering that we can, that we actually created this darn wood cabinet, or crocheted this sweater or whatever.

Well  guess what, we want to show the world your work, or at least the part of the world that visits Senior About Seniors. So send us your works of art and literature. (Sorry we can’t  put the actual cabinet or sweater on the site, but a nice picture would be super). We’d like to see what you’re creating! Tell us about it in LEAVE A REPLY at the bottom pf the page, after you check out the art and lit. below:

Poems by a daughter and her mother, in that order:

the end of the line

because I hadn’t known him
as a young man I didn’t see him
an old man just Grandpa
he always made me laugh with
his own laughter rich warm
a great story teller spellbound I listen
as he spins tales of intrigue mystery
making it up as he goes along times
spent with him filled with special treats
set aside for those rare visits his german pancakes
heavy with honey fresh lemon juice
sprinkled with powdered sugar
he wades with us in the over sized fishpond with no fish
recalls the days of his youth
when he hopped on a freight train mingled
with friendly hobos along the way
told us of those imaginary
adventures where those tracks would lead
once a gypsy camp loud with music dancing
now every Christmas he assembles
the old Lionel train around the base of the tree
it glides on smooth black tracks
through tunnels over bridges
while he continues
to tell those stories from long ago
it was the day after thangsgiving
my grandmother found him on the floor of the garage
an anuerysm he had been unpacking the lionel

Valorie

Here’s one of Mom’s. It’s better!

Journey

Oh, little boy, life is such fun-
You run and play each day in the sun-
Ready for sleep when day is done-
Swiftly the years are flying along-
Suddenly, boyhood days are gone-
Young man now, so fit and strong-
The world is yours, what could go wrong
There will be love laughter and song-
More swiftly now, time fly’s on-
Old man, I watch as you struggle along-
The years have brought both joy and pain-
Still each day I see you, a face with no name
As you walk slowly by, proud hand gripping your cane-

Cecelia

Meeting F. Scott FitzgeraldProduct Details

This is the story of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s life as he might have told it himself while speaking to a Los Angeles book club in early December of 1940. Holding back nothing he relives the joy and the sorrow, the pain and the pleasure of one of the greatest authors of the 20th century. The book is available on Amazon.
Also in Kindle edition

 

Baxter and BentleyProduct Details

Standing on the platform of the LA Metro one morning waiting for the train to take him to the high school where he teaches astronomy, 43 year old Jim Bentley gazes idly at the various people also waiting. Unintentionally his eyes meet momentarily with those of a woman a few feet from him. In the split second before they both continue their wandering glances the man with the woman sees their contact and thinking they were flirting goes into a jealous rage attacking Jim and knocking him unconscious. Regaining consciousness in the hospital Jim is totally paralyzed. And so begins the incredible journey that follows. He is invited to Heaven to decide whether to accept the challenge to try to help some people in his life who have problems they can’t solve themselves. He accepts. And from then on he commutes repeatedly to Heaven and back, without ever leaving Earth. The book is available on Amazon.
Also in Kindle edition

 

 

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