The Welbourne Papers
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Over the last twenty years, with the advent of personal computers, I began saving my poetry, official letters, letters to the editor and things that have come to mind for what ever reason.
In the last year I have determined that rather than have a drawer full of papers for my children to throw away, I would attempt to gather them all and but them in book form so that they may, if they ever read them, have a better understanding of who I am.
Cliff McDuffie
About the author Welbourne Clifton McDuffie, Jr.”Cliff” Raised in Florida during WWII. Served with the US Army Security Agency at NSA, Ft. Meade, MD. An A.V.Pres. of Exchange National Bank of Tampa. Employed at the Tampa Chamber of Commerce for some 20 years then Executive director of the Zephyrhills, FL. Chamber of Commerce for 7 years. Elected Mayor of Zephyrhills in 2002 and retired in 2012. Two sons, “Trey” and Michael, three adorable grandchildren, Cassidy, Julian and Olive and daughter–in-law Wendy. Married to Joyce Burton Hatfield in 2001 and consider her sons, Mike and Roger and their wives Karen and Nena also as my own. A published poet and award winning photographer and enjoy wood working and carving. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I have enjoyed the remembering.
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Contents
POETRY
Angels in Green
Teachers
Christmas Eve Remembered
A Birthday Rhyme
Spirit Waltz
Mornin Time
Retired, They Say
You are my love
Brown Eyes
Scots Forever
Old Leaves
Who I Am!
Home is Calling
Gently, Please
Poor Rhymes
Lily
Spring Oak
Betwixt And Between
Day Dreams
Homecoming
Thunderstruck
What If
Huggy
G’bye Mom
Love in May
Old Glory
Someday, Somewhere
Spring and St Patrick
Spring
Sun Time
Thoughts before sleep
Tomorrow? I Wonder.
Tree
Untitled
Valentine
William Wallace
Wind in Her Hair
Macfie International
MacFie Clan of America
Wedding Vow
Fenton, MI
The Gate
We Are
Spring Leaves
Rugged Cross
High on a Hill
Under Your Wing
New Years Thoughts
The Garden
Frowning Lady
Fall
A Shepherd Lad
Dreams I have
More Light
Blairsville Games
Moon Light on the Terrace
The Side of the Road
From memory
What We See
The Road Taken
Fairy dust
Mind Trips
Maxwell Our Yorkie
Thief of Day
OTHER WRITINGS
Why Write
Yes it’s True!
What’s happened to America?
Mom’s Service
Dad……….what I remember. Welbourne C. McDuffie Sr. 1903-1940
Zephyrhills News
It’s Time
Our Bowl of Cherries
Sun
Sundown
Time Past
Awake
Mornings
Full Moon Rising
The Diamond
Joyce Elaine Burton Hatfield
A Birthday Rhyme
State of the City of Zephyrhills
City Government 101
Resignation as Executor Director, Zephyrhills Chamber of Commerce
Snowed In
Ref: ALPU Annexation
Re; Planning Commission meeting
The Blue Danube Trip Grand Circle Travels, Inc. October 2004
RE: 5-foot setbacks
Memo to: Zephyrhills Charter Review Committee
Zephyrhills City Charter Revision 2005
Costa Rica Trip
Alex Gottlieb
Thoughts for PATRIOTS DAY event 2005
Kmart
The Thrill of the race………..
Robert Stoetzner
Note to Tom Jackson Tampa Tribune reporter June 2006
From Planning Commission meeting minutes August 8, 2006
Christmas on the Rhine Grand Circle Travels, Inc. December 2006
My Living Legends
Good morning Mr. Blackburn
Six days on the Amazon Overseas Adventure Tours September 2007
Opening talk for Zephyrhills High School FBLA May 2008
Greece and the Greek Islands Overseas Adventure Travels July 2008
Community Covenant talk
Thoughts for Patriots Day event 2008
Thoughts for Veterans Day event Nov. 2008
Community Thanksgiving Service
Statement concerning LES
Linda Radtke
Thoughts for Eagle Scout award presentation
Zephyrhills City Volunteers
Ref: Long Range Transportation Plan
Millage Ordinance Veto—Aug 2009
Egypt Trip
Thoughts for Veterans Day event 2009
Department of Transportation
Representative Ginny Brown-Waite
Honorable John L. Mica
Marilyn Whitney
HHS Alumni Association
Family
Amendment 4 talk
Thoughts for PATRIOTS DAY event 2010
My thoughts concerning our USA today!
Hogar de Niño’s Mission Trip
Opening thoughts for 911 event
Opening talk for Veterans Parade Nov 12 2011
Founders Day
Religion and the government
Opening thoughts for Special Olympic event
Student of the Month Banquet
Why we salute our flag?
Re: Renaming 6th Ave. Martin Luther King in Zephyrhills, Florida
New firehouse building for Zephyrhills
Thoughts Concerning Police Chief
Planning Commission
Re; City Manager search
Agency for Health Care Administration
Farewell to City Council
Letter to City Employees
Email to Linda Boan, City Clerk
Zephyrhills Economic Development Task Force Report To City Council
Why Have a Mayor?
Pasco County Why?
It’s Time
Mrs. Tichner’s Eggnog
Short Story exercise June 2006
RELIGION
Christmas and the Christmas Tree
A Thought for the Christmas Season
Patriots Day prayer
Every Day Is A Gift From God Sermon….First United Methodist Church, Zephyrhills
Thoughts for Community Day of Prayer Event WHO DO YOU CALL COMMUNITY?
Mayors Prayer Breakfast October 12, 2002
Sermon October 2003
Community Prayer National Day of Prayer May 6, 2004
Layman’s Sunday prayer
Opening thoughts for Christmas Parade 2009
Community Day of Prayer
AWARD WINNING PHOTOS
Arenal Costa Rica
Jericho well Jordan
Olive Rose McDuffie
Passau Germany
Pigeon Forge Tennessee
Victoria Lilly Amazon River Peru
Vilshofen Germany
POETRY
The poems contained in this section were originally written just for my own pleasure and with no thought to publishing them.
Over the years I have written my idea of poetry on scraps of paper, napkins in restaurants, backs of church envelopes (during church service I will admit) and on just about anything that would take pencil or ink.
I kept these for a long time and when computers became accessible, begin entering those bits and pieces into my computer and using the computer as my writing tablet.
I still put my thoughts down whenever they come to me and then transfer to this instrument of modern day.
Most of these poems have already been published as I did that myself using a local printer to do the printing for me. A few have been published in national poetry books and local newspapers.
I sincerely hope that you enjoy reading my poems as much as I have enjoyed writing them. There may be no rhyme nor reason for some, just a little whimsy.
ENJOY!!!
Angels in Green
Not all angels have wings,
Not all angels can fly.
Some wear white caps,
With a twinkle in their eye.
The green suits they wear
Are a far cry from white,
Tho they laugh and cajole you,
You’re handled with care
These angels in green
You can find in health care
And if not for them,
There’d be no fun there.
The next time you visit
To the place they command,
They’ll be there to help you,
And extend a loving hand.
So be kind to the angels,
You see in green garb
And your stay at their place,
Won’t be so very hard.
Teachers
They stand before us,
most of our life.
They teach us to read,
to spell and to write.
Oft times they’re forgotten
as time rolls by,
but they’re the ones
who taught us to try.
They come in all sizes,
both short and tall.
They grade our papers
and monitor the hall.
They blow our nose
and dry our eyes.
In time, most become,
the ones we idolize.
Some are warm,
gentile and kind.
Others are tough.
All teach us to mind.
Their pleasure in life,
comes not from their earning
but to see a youngster,
in the process of learning.
These special people,
who cheer from our bleachers,
are known world round,
simply as TEACHERS.
Christmas Eve Remembered
Twas the night before Christmas,
and I’m without a spouse.
So I wander around,
alone, in this OLE house.
I’ve wrapped the presents
for the grandkids you see,
with bright colored paper
and then had some tea.
No stockings to hang
not even a fireplace.
No jolly red cheeks or twinkling eyes
but thinning gray hair, wrinkled face
and a thickening waist.
I settle down in my favorite chair
and at the TV vacantly stare.
Those visions of sugar plumbs
I had as a child
are replaced with a mischievous smile.
That noise on the lawn,
as I shuffle to the door,
is the neighborhood kids
and nothing more.
I wonder aloud as others may do
what happened to the Christmas we once knew.
With jolly St Nicholas,
presents on the tree
and Mom reading the bible
as we sit at her knee.
There was a feeling
that seems to be gone,
of sugar cookies and a sweet smelling home.
One of family and joyful song
Of singing carols,
Out on the lawn.
Of longing for the days
to be shorter to see,
what St Nick had left us under the tree.
We bought for our sisters
and brothers too. It mattered not what,
except that it was new.
Then we wrapped all the gifts
with tissue galore
and placed them carefully
under the tree, on the floor.
All night we tossed
and turned in our beds
and it wasn’t sugar plums
dancing in our heads.
Alone, is not for this time of year.
You need your friends and family near.
But isn’t it wonderful
to look in your minds eye,
remembering those days long gone by.
They can’t be replaced
with all this glitter,
frenzied shopping
and everyone in a twitter
So I rise from the chair
and slip into the kitchen.
Put out the cookies
and a small glass of milk.
Then very quietly
as in days long gone,
steal off to bed humming a song.
Now, as I slide
under the quilt,
I smile, as I remember
who used to drink all that milk.
So, on Donner, on Blitzen
and all the rest,
for I know in my heart
my life’s been blest.
A Birthday Rhyme
A loan of a Gargoyle
to protect your life.
So place it by your door
he’ll protect you from harm.
Some glitter for your ears,
though really not real,
they’ll last for years
and add to your charm.
The egg is a symbol,
of a new start in life,
but with this one I’m asking
Will you be my wife?
PS She said yes!
Spirit Waltz
From across the floor,
our eyes meet and hold.
A feeling flows across the space.
Music begins as she slips
across the floor
and into my arms.
We begin to glide and sway
with the sounds of a waltz
flowing over us.
We are one as though
we have danced
in each other’s arms forever.
Her hand, so lightly in mine
is the touch of soft feathers.
Our eyes never leave the others
As we dip, float, soar
with pulsing music pouring
over and around us.
The music no longer plays
As we twirl to our own beat
never missing a step.
Sounds and the electric aura
slowly dissolve.
We stop, she moves against me
Brushes her lips to mine
and is gone.
Mornin Time
Got up this mornin
‘bout half pass five.
Thanked the good Lord
I was still alive.
Sat on the porch,
coffee in hand
a listenin to the sounds
of natures own band.
Crickets were fiddlin
while the birds got in tune,
dogs in the distance
was howlin at the moon.
Now I heard a lit’le shuffle
neath the porch, figur’d
t’was a coon, nuthin much.
Them roosters was start’n
their cock-a-doodle-do,
so now t’was soundn
more like a zoo.
But thas alrite,
I says to myself
watchin the sun
akissin the dew,
as ole Bess, the cow,
came out with a moo.
I knowed deep down
t’was meant to be
as I sipped the last
of that hot coffee.
The Lord knows how
to start a day.
Now its up to me
to get on my way.
So I say a Howdy
to all God’s critters,
thanked the Lord again
for the day and
ambled off to earn my pay.
Retired, They Say
Sittin’ on the bank with my fishin’ pole,
a hoping that worm will do it’s thing
and pleased I ain’t gotta listen
for no phone to ring.
Done retired or so they said,
still it’s 5AM when I crawl outta bed.
No longer do I havta shave
and if I don’t want to, don’t havta bathe.
Worked all those years so I could roam,
but just seem to sit around here at home.
But that’s ok cause the little lady’s here
and what she brings is a lotta cheer.
So I watch this line, a danglin’ there
and if a fish bites, I don’t care.
I read my books and work with wood
just like anybody in their right mind should.
My life’s ok I’m here to say, as
I thank the good Lord for another day.
You are my love
You stand by my side,
Though you are not here,
As our lives are entwined
In this, the eighth year.
We’ve climbed the mountains
And flown the skies,
Walked the land of Heather
And visited where royalty lies.
Of beaches we’ve walked
And the shopping galore,
I don’t know which
I’ve enjoyed more.
Warm memories abound
Of the joy we’ve shared.
I hold you close
Though you‘re not around.
Seldom together,
More often apart.
You are my love,
I give you my heart.
Brown Eyes
The trail is long and hard,
Leaving their lands behind.
Brown Eyes crying,
Cast upon the ground
Their forefathers knew not this way
Had never traveled this path.
Tribes forced together, day after day.
Brown Eyes crying in the rain.
Struggling to Oklahoma
Where most have never been.
Never to hunt their lands
Or roam their forest glen.
Brown Eyes crying in the rain.
Some break out and widely roam,
Most are weary of the test.
Their spirits broken, seeking rest.
Brown Eyes crying in the rain.
Trail of Sorrow or Trail of Tears
Displaced from their lands
For the rest of their years
Heads downcast
Brown Eyes crying in the rain.
Scots Forever
Oh Scotland, thru you our lines run deep.
The Mother Shores we often seek.
We revere our past.
The land of Argyle, thistle bloom and
rampant Lion holding fast.
From Celts and Picts our fathers came
to stand upon your shores,
forever to roam the Bens and Moors.
Culloden rose and smote the Lion
and spread us to the winds.
We come together as before,
seeking clan from every shore.
Hold dear the Clan, keep it strong
Sing your songs oft and long
Of the land wince we came.
It’s future is our past.
We pledge our love to Scotland,
till we’re home again, at last.
Old Leaves
In the spring of time
we waved in the breeze,
full of color
and life if you please.
Covering the tree
with shades of green,
waving in the wind
and loved to be seen.
We played in the rain
and fed the trunk,
sometimes the wind whipped up
and we really felt drunk.
Waving and sighing
on the least little breeze,
so green and lovely
in the tops of the trees.
Alas, fall is now upon the air,
the sun is less and we despair.
Still laughing and swaying
as we begin to change.
Green is gone,
replaced with red,
gold, and orange instead.
Now the winds blow
and it rattles our stems,
as one by one
we depart from the limbs.
Our fall is so graceful
gently swaying to the ground.
Our tree is still sturdy,
it stands tall and bare,
it’s limbs now rattle
in the cold winter air.
So now we are brown
and oh so still,
just old leaves,
lying on the ground.
Who I Am!
The width and breadth of me,
is all my fellow man can see.
The depth and measure that I am
is how I choose to be.
I cannot stand in others shoes,
I can only answer for how I choose.
When I have passed
and the roll is called
I must answer and stand tall.
For those I leave behind,
I do not wish to be
someone who is not me.
So the width and breadth you see
together with the depth and measure of me,
is who I am and that’s who you see.
Home is Calling
I stop and listen carefully,
head cocked to one side.
There’s music playing
in the fields of forever,
calling me home to reside.
The time is not for me, I’m sure,
though loudly the music rages.
The metamorphosis of my life
has been like crystal
butterflies on ragged pages.
I have more time. Of this I’m sure.
But then again,
there’s music playing
in the fields of forever.
Gently, Please
If I should fall upon the floor, asleep,
Please, my body, under the table sweep.
But please, gently, not to break
and God forbid not to wake!!
Poor Rhymes
Oh, the lass at rhyming tries
To make like Bobby Burns.
Her rhymes to me ears draws flies
And how me tummy turns.
Oh wee Bobby in the earth
You’ve waken him from his sleep
Some 200 years from his birth
And made the poor fellow weep.
Lily
Lilies, all colors and shapes,
long stems, reaching for the sky.
Yellows, reds whites and purple of grapes,
all so beautiful they make you sigh.
Not in a garden for all to see.
but as beautiful as any I know.
Lily, as lovely as she can be,
more lovely than those that grow
A crown of black with almond eyes
that twinkle when she smiles.
A smile that warms the heart
and wipes away the miles
She is a lady in every way,
from far across the sea.
She brightens my day
When she smiles at me.
Spring Oak
Brown leaves floating to the ground
Tiny green buds burst on limb
Suddenly green leaves all around
Golden tassels at winds whim.
Betwixt And Between
One more year we’ve seen go by
another one, ahead does lie.
We’re here between
the two of them smelling like a rose.
Betwixt, between, it always seems
we’re sitting in the middle.
It’s push and shove come and go,
no time to sit and diddle.
So stomp your feet,
clap your hands and join in the beat.
Call your tune, choose your piece
Will it be horn or fiddle.
Day Dreams
She wonders, as she reads by the stream,
of knights of yore and damsels in distress.
Her hansom prince on steed of white,
bravely galloping into the fight.
Her long blonde hair, shimmering in the sun,
as she awaits her secret one.
He’s bound to come, she whispers aloud.
Oh may that be him behind that cloud ?
Oh no, she shakes her head
and opens the book
to the page she just read.
She sits alone by the flowing stream
A lovely sight to behold.
A far away look covers her face
as she longs for a lovers warm embrace.
Strains of Brahms, Mozart, Beethoven and Bach
swirl through her thoughts.
In her minds eye she dances the waltz,
swirling and dipping in Vienna’s best style.
Warmed by the sun, her eyes she closes.
Then sees her arms, full of red roses.
Her Knight has arrived on a lively white steed.
Bringing her gifts of silver and gold.
Pearls he places round her neck
diamonds on her fingers, to flash in the sun.
Look beyond the gifts, she’s wisely been told
for the true self of a man comes from his soul.
Smiling wistfully, she slowly awakes.
Her Knight was a dream, as she well knows,
but it made her tingle, from her head to her toes. Her head is clear the book is closed
but in her minds eye, a lover, she knows.
Homecoming
He came home today.
I only know his name.
He was an honored person.
Saluted with water cannons
as the plane rolled into place.
A cordon of soldiers awaited.
Straight and tall they stood,
then marched grandly,
heads held high
as the planes door
opened to the sky.
Lifted high so all could see
but this was not the way
we would want it to be.
He returned from Iraq,
this fine young man.
He had given all
for his Mother land.
His family wept, their sorrow plain,
we all had tears and felt their pain.
Then through town for his final ride,
flags flying high at curb side.
Thunderstruck
When dark of night covers my bed
the storm rages and I cover my head.
Those thunderbolts flash and light the sky,
I am so frightened I start to cry.
They flash and crackle all over the place,
for the life of me I don’t know why.
First there’s the slash from sky to earth
then the loud boom that shatters the quite.
Not once does it bring that sound I hate
but five, six, seven and eight.
I roll in my cover afraid for my life
wondering why the good Lord
puts me through this much strife.
Suddenly the thunder rolls over my bed.
I cringe again and shiver with dread,
fearing the noise that shakes my bed.
Then a calmness flows o’er me
which I cannot explain,
It’s gone! I can now hear the rain.
The rain is much needed to make things grow,
the thunder and lightening is part of the show.
I need not fear just be concerned
so I’m not caught outside and get a bad burn.
It’s all arranged by our Maker I sense.
Knowing this I am less tense.
Night is passed and the dawn is breaking
I can feel my body slowly awaking.
As I look out the window and see all the green.
Rain waters our crops and fills our wells.
waters the roses and those dainty bluebells.
Now I think, as I see the light,
To be afraid of all that noise
and hide my head is quite alright.
But always remember when the storms come by,
that it’s all programmed by that Man in the sky.
What If
Sometime it happens
and you don’t know why.
You’re not looking and
a special person comes by.
You talk a while and
laugh and smile then
start to seek that person out.
Throughout your day,
you think of them
in such a special way.
You start to wonder,
how they are today.
You send a kiss,
through your minds eye,
you long to touch her cheek
and hear her tender sigh.
To hold her in a tight embrace.
To share a glass of wine,
or cup of tea
happy, with her, to be.
Or just sit by the fire,
letting her know of your desire.
To see that smile that
lights up her face
Knowing your hearts belong
in the same space.
As time goes by,
someday you meet then
you know your heart
will miss a beat.
Sometimes it happens
but they are out of reach
You find that special one.
What if?
Huggy
I drew a hug
then gave it a smile
and set and looked at it
for a little while.
There seemed to be
a missing part
to show a warm and loving heart.
So I gave it hands
on either side,
loving arms opened wide.
Then I sent this hug to you
just in case you were feeling blue.
I’ve sent it to so many places
oh how I’d love to see
those smiling faces.
A hug is needed,
from time to time,
so I’m sending you mine
along with this rhyme.
G’bye Mom
I watched my mother lying there,
in her final bed
and wondered just what thoughts,
were swirling through her head.
Was she remembering the times
before Dad died? Or just
the wonderful life with
all her children she’s had.
We’ll never know just
what she’s thinking,
as she goes her way
without blinking.
We know she loves us all
and of that we’re sure.
She knows we gathered round
to bid her farewell.
We’ll turn her loose
to go her way, to
join Dad on her final day.
We love you Mom
and always will,
though you lie there,
so small and still.
2003
Love in May
Her lips soft as rose petals brushed mine.
Warm, sending shivers up my spine.
Legs entwined, bodies warm and satisfied.
Beginning to relax with the softness of sleep.
She whispers I love you gently touching my cheek.
Happy Birthday I say you are just as wonderful
as from that very first day.
Old Glory
In the dark of the night,
the fires he could see.
Fog and smoke thick
as pea soup could be.
There! As a rocket lit up the sky,
Old Glory’s still waving
and he wondered why.
The battle had raged
all through the night.
He could tell from the glare,
the fort was a frightful sight.
As he set with his pen
the words begin to flow,
describing the sights
he beheld in that glow.
From the rockets red glare
and fires burning bright.
Yes, she’s still waving there,
what a beautiful sight.
Red and white with stars on blue
as morning softens the night.
Tattered and torn against the blue sky,
Old Glory how proud
still waving on high.
As the smoke lifts he exclaims aloud,
Oh, Say can you see?
Someday, Somewhere
Sometimes you find someone
in a far away place.
Someone you never knew
and had only seen their face.
They come to you across the air
then slowly it takes place.
Your heart begins to open
in a very special way.
You start looking for
that special person
every single day.
That feeling goes
from just hello
to Sweetheart I love you so.
One day you may be free
to fly across the sea.
Then the two of you together
forever may be
Spring and St Patrick
She plays with us from day to day.
Creeping up ever so slow.
We wonder