One foot in front of another.
Look at me!  Way up in the air.
Delicate as a dandelion seed.

Each step of a dance on a wire.
Look! I’m fine.  Swinging in the breeze.
Beautiful as a ballerina.

Life swirls around with a bump.
Look ahead!  Aiming for the goal.
Pretending, as if knowing success.

Trouble lands, shaking the footing.
Looking down, the abyss below.
Steadying, breath cleansing from tension.

One step after another.
Look at me.  Don’t see me shaking.
Confident, moving forward until,

I fall, or not.




High school went past in a blur,

Dances, games, breakups, reunions,

You with a mass of curly dark hair,

Shaved by the Marine Corps,

Returned to me trained and muscled,

The father of my children,

My main cheerleader, my support,

In a blink children grown, grandchildren,

Golden years more like silver,

As we began, one to one.

By Any Other Name

Shadow, photo by April E. Sutton with Samsung Tablet

My beautiful girl.

Pretty girl.

(thump bump, crash, bang)  Grace!



My sweet baby.

Mommy ‘s girl.

Miss Thing!

Ungrateful cat!

My shadow.

I am pleased to be the chosen one.




Shades of Green

Original  collage by April Eileen Sutton 

The delicate shades of spring

 Fresh grass, new leaves, lucky clover,

Fresh scent makes me sing,

And dance like fairies in spring.

Emerald sparkling crowning king,

Kelly bright and vibrant!

Velvety forest a luxuriant swing,

With playful sprites conspiring.

No aqua pools can sooth the sting,

When dressed in jealousy.

No cling of suspicious looks fling,

Contentment upon a thing.


Imagine if we were equal,

No educational advantage,

All equally bright,

Talent across the board.


Imagined no advantage of position,

None with higher status,

None with more money,

All equally attractive.


Imagine all things equal,

Would we all be successful,

Would we all be prosperous,

Could we all be happy.


But imagination is unreal

How can we be just,

Compassionate and loving,

When things are  uneven.



I Would Protest

I would protest,

  • if I thought it would help,
  • if I could prevent any pain,
  • if understanding would be enhanced,
  • if my protest would bring us close,
  • if I thought it would do any good,
  •  if my protest would change anything.

The Sociology of Change

Change doesn’t come easy.  Change comes in fits and starts.  Sometimes bubbles of change rise to the top.  For one shining moment, it looks like change is everywhere.  The bubbles pop.  The evidence of change passes away.  Below the surface, change simmers. Change continues to percolate.  Throughout the land thoughts change.  You can try to cling to the past.  You can try to turn back the clock.  You can dress things up to look the way they were.  Below the surface, people still want to live their lives in freedom.  Below the surface, people still want to live their lives in harmony with others.  Below the surface, people still want to protect the natural world.  Below the surface, people want friends rather than money.  Below the service we fight for inclusion.  Below the service we fight for justice.  Below the service we fight for security.  Below the service we fight for change.  Your mandate is marred by a million tiny bubbles of change.  Tiny bubbles will join into larger bubbles and float to the top.  Change is unstoppable!

What You See

Outer Banks North Carolina

We try to be authentic, don’t we?  We don’t want to be artificial.  Our smiles cover sadness and loneliness.  Our laugh covers nervousness, awkwardness.  We try to minimize our insecurity and fear.  Instead of showing our weakness, we tell a joke.  Bravely we dive into a project telling ourselves we can do it.  We show our strength and competence, not our confusion.  Our concern for others hides our need, distraction from our own problems.  We try to be open and honest, but our stories are edited.  We hide behind who we want to be, not showing who we are.  And yet, somehow, we are known.

Life’s Melody

Life’s melody starts with a cry.   Notes of laughter follow, and the song of words.   Tripping along the scale of friendship, and love with staccato accents of hurt, tears, and anger.   Through the interlude of classes and learning, with a brief interlude of adulthood before the movement of family.  The beat never falters, laughter and the counterpoint of tears. The music swells in a great crescendo, joining in harmony with others.  One, two, three children swell the music, filling the chorus with a beat of laughter, and tears as counterpoint.  The fanfare of falsetto heralds weddings as your melody is left in duet with your partner.  The flourish of grandchildren, the sweetest grace notes to the melody of your life, a signal of the final movement.  A decrescendo to a time of peace, returning to the purity of the original, simple melody, ending with one beautiful sustained note.

April E. Sutton, Friday, September 2, 2016

Carriage of a Man

“The purpose of education is to teach a man to carry himself triumphant to the sunset.”   Liberty  Hyde Bailey

Socrates (469 BC–399 BC) – Greek philosopher. Socrates was willing to die for his beliefs. Arrested for his philosophic teachings, Socrates was willing to accept death rather than change his opinions and beliefs. It is said he calmly accepted his fate.

Don’t lean shoulders weighted,

Stand strong, stand proud, bravely,

Patriotic straight, just and fair.


Not bent, crumbled, worried

Head high, gaze strong, proudly

Hands together clasped gently dare.


Crooked, strength defeated

Focused, intense, smartly

Olympic proud and boldly care.


As strong at setting sun

Carry proud still youthfully

Unbending strength, resolute.

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