Eclipse of Pearl Harbor

“The Eclipse of Pearl Harbor”

Today the United States was brought to a stand still

The New York skyline will never be the same

Thousands of people were injured and many more were killed

Already the citizens of the U.S. are searching for blame


A country stands in shock unable to convey what they are thinking

Government leaders try to provide reassurance and hope for tomorrow

People are glued to their television sets without blinking

Strangers are hugging strangers and there is an overwhelming feeling of sorrow


People are crying out have you found him, is he okay

Others stand in awe of what has just taken place

Fireman and volunteers shake their heads not knowing what to say

The mood and emotion is shown on each and every face


There are no more survivors all those remaining are surely dead

Families of the victims walk away defeated and alone

We’ll keep looking, there must be someone left says a fed

At the end of the day many return to an incomplete home


Children ask where mommy and daddy are

Sisters and brothers search the hospital and the street

All that remains is ash, broken glass and a badly damaged car

The only sound you hear is the pounding of thousands of hearts and feet


As the smoke lifts the twin towers no longer stand

The pentagon is vacant and fires still blaze

The sports arenas are deserted and there is no band

The nation is enveloped in a type of panic craze


All around the nation people bow their heads in prayer

Everyone is on the phone trying to talk to a family member or a friend

Shock is evident as people can’t do anything but stare

The most important question arises, is this the end



 Will the United States declare war on those who planned this onslaught

What is to become of our once booming economic state

How long will the war have to be fought

Will the U.S. embark on its victory or its fate

I was actually surprised that this had not already been shared on this site…Today marks 14 years since the act of terror that stopped the U.S., for just those few moments after the 1st plane we believed it was an accident. The moment the second plane was spotted there was fear, but still optimism. Optimism fled the moment that 2nd plane impacted the tower and we (as Americans) knew terror had reached our soil as many perished that day.

Every year there is the ‘moment of silence’ observed, the flags are lowered to half mast across this country, and ceremonies are held across the U.S. Today, I can’t help but think about the incredible amount of noise just before and at impact. It’s hard for me even 14 years later to comprehend what all those who lost their lives that day were doing just moments before…moments before U.S. History and the entire country changed. Some may have just arrived after dropping off children at school. Others altered their plans slightly this day and didn’t arrive when they planned and thus lived. Even those inside the building some chose to not go up to a higher floor. Some were making plans, maybe regarding dinner that evening, but others about life altering events.

All those lives and the U.S. holding it’s breath as another plane hit the Pentagon while the 4th plane was thwarted from its’ White House target costing all those passengers their lives…heroes, so many heroes and heroic acts and moments we will never know occurred on that Tuesday while across the country moments of quiet compassion were shared with strangers. Elementary classes sitting on a reading carpet, heads bowed momentarily in prayer before play resumes, college students gathered in the Student Union intramural games and tests suddenly unimportant as the 1st tower fell and then the incredible terrified awe as the second collapsed just moments later…I remember that moment I remember the shock, the fear and the overwhelming sadness. You could see people jumping trying to escape the building only to lose their lives as they impacted the ground.

I wrote this all those years ago, but find it poignant as it was written in the moment it’s my story of thoughts/emotions on 9/11 and as I share it with you I realize there are millions of stories, perspectives, thoughts regarding this day.

Sometimes words don’t require pictures instead they recall them to your mind…What do you see as you read this? I see the battered U.S. flag hoisted at the site, images from the day scattered throughout the media, and the moment the ‘sleeping giant’ woke up and began to fight back. What a different U.S. we live in today after this ‘shaping’ moment in history. Always Remember and always remain ‘proud to be an American’

God Bless the USA ❤


Words speak…Do you hear them?

Have you ever stopped and listened to the world around you? Ever tried to really hear it? If you’re being honest it has probably been a while…If we are all honest it is probably an area we could all improve in.

Sound, activity, plans…they are wonderful things, but they also can distract us from ourselves. How well do you know yourself? It may seem an odd question, but in reality it is a relationship that could use more focus. I love to write…I enjoy it and find it fulfilling, but I don’t do it as often because it causes me to reflect and pause when most days I’m just trying to make it through.

I don’t advocate this mentality nor am I proud of the fact I often times succumb to it, but in recent weeks I have come to acknowledge that words speak…Maybe they jump off the page and hold your visual attention as you reread. More likely though they speak to your heart, pulling at a thought or feeling unacknowledged and the most powerful words speak to our very soul.

Think about it…the most read, most translated and prevalent group of words is the Holy Bible and that consists of words conveying God’s love, the most powerful form and those words are targeted at the Christian’s soul.

Now I’m not likening myself to any of the great authors/storytellers that are striving for the next best seller. I’m talking to the individuals who have something to share and say to and about the world around them. Your words may speak to a heart that otherwise would remain in longing.

I acknowledge that…I write with that in my mind and I pray that the Lord does guide my hand and that I am a vessel conveying something that someone needs to hear. I have shied from ever sharing my work until this site and in recent weeks my own words have spoken to me.

I’m going to try to get my work out there…investigating creating greeting cards, publishing a poetry collection and sharing my words versus hiding from them. I don’t know if anything will come of it…but I would be remiss to not try.

I truly believe words do speak…Will you listen?

Tractor Tracks

I’m a Texas country girl…actually 6 generations strong. I grew up riding horseback in the pasture, watching for snakes, shucking corn, and riding on my daddy’s tractor.
The tracks left behind the initial plow were then planted with various seeds…but it all started with the tractor. Once my dad even plowed my name across the cornfield. Now Dad’s tractor is looms in it’s green and yellow coloring on the back field. It’s a tool in my dad’s ranch box and a vital one, but the stories of what he has come across in the tracks are stories full of life (a hidden fawn) and the connection to God’s country.
“We manage the land…but can never truly own it…” ~My father
“Tractor Tracks”
By: Michelle Hailey
 A rooster crows as the tractor rolls from the barn to greet the day
Already the livestock have been watered and provided their morning hay
The rattle of the plough as it touches and breaks the ground
Startles the deer who were nearby sleeping sound
The owl makes it’s presence known with a hoot
As the farmer shifts pressing the brake with a well-worn boot
The toe tip is rubbed from heavy use and is nearly bare
While the shaft has gouges, blood stains, and a well pronounced tear
Wide tire treads are left behind
They are footprints of another kind
A snake slithers across the tilled ground
Curling tighly to emit a rattling sound
You can see hogs rooting in the dry earth
Counting cows you discover #200 has recently given birth
There are hunters target shooting by the old windmill
The air is hot today and the wind remains still
There are turkeys squawking in the creek just ahead
Off to your right a rabbit is lying dead
Its predator is crouched just behind the prickly pear
You can see the cats whiskers, but you don’t stare
Hours pass as the farmer works the land
Breaking up clay and grinding red sand
Seeds are scattered where soon rows of corn will grow
For before one can reap a harvest they must toil and sow
The work days are long here sun up until darkness blankets the sky
Then it’s early to bed as another day on the farm awaits nigh
A farmers life is hard work, steeped in blood, sweat & tears
The product of that work can be enjoyed for years upon years

The year that drags on and flies by…

My dear followers…If any of you remain out there, I thank you. Beginning in December my family and I have suffered great losses. Yes, that is meant to be plural. I had decided shortly after my Savannah trip that I am ready to return to Texas…it’s time.

Since then I have been applying weekly to different positions that will take me home, but the applications continue and I struggle to remain optimistic. I no longer am passionate about my job and quite frankly with the slew of changes in policy and procedure have to literally psych myself up to enter the building. To add ‘insult to injury’ I also lost both of my grandparents within 31 days of each other. My mother had to say goodbye to not just one parent, but both…

A bright spot…I am going to be an Aunt for the third time, but the 1st to a niece.So a life leaves the family and another will enter.  The loss of my grandfather was significantly more difficult for me and I have yet to ‘write’ my way through it. I have been so focused on just surviving that I have neglected my ‘writers voice’. I am presently collecting my works to review/edit and combine them into a simple coffee table type edition.

Perhaps with my own words staring me in the face I will find the next step and my next truth…WE are strangers on this site, but I ask for prayer as I feel that it has been struggle after struggle and the hope  dimmed. I do promise to in the next month make a diligent effort to share more of my voice with you all…sometimes it can be a comfort to know your voice is seen and your story is shared.

God Bless,

Wave on…

So occasionally we find ourselves in ‘lows’ in life…Times where we are uncertain, looking for direction or just overall dissatisfied with life as it stands. That is where I find myself and it has infiltrated things like posting pictures or for that matter even updates (as evidenced by the last post date on this blog); I’m not sure how to change my present course, but I am certain that I still enjoy exploration/travel and that if/when I settle it will be because I am ready to do so…

Off my soapbox now (LOL) I have travelled a bit since I last checked in and one of the places was Savannah, GA and I have to say the scenery and landmarks in this city are quite the sight to behold:

Savannah Waving Girl

“Wave on Savannah”

By: Michelle Hailey

The trees hang over the well-worn street

Walking the ‘squares’ makes for tired feet

Carriages are pulled lazily through town

While children play in the fountain with a smile never a frown


The waving girl beckons people to step on land

From the top of the Olympic marker you can still see her hand

A city rich in history with antique stores scattered about

It is also the home of Julliett Lowe, the founding Girl Scout


There’s a lovely theatre with a young and talented cast

A century’s old ice cream parlor that has proven it will last

The headstones stand marred by the passage of years

Taverns are open to offer various wines and beers


The city is small creating an intimate and local feel

I can say from experience, you can also find a great meal

You won’t want for creativity as there are many opportunities to be had

These projects and artistry are created by students of SCAD


To sum up Savannah I would have to say

It stands a town where many find their own way.

One year…more to come

Turns out I missed the 1 year marker of the date I decided to start this blog. I am pleased that I have been able to share my work, though not as regularly as I’d like, and hope in year two to increase the regularity.  Stick with me guys…there is more Poetography to come.

We can never thank you enough MOM…


For the one who has been there from the beginning a Mother’s Love is truly like no other…

I am so grateful for the influence and impact mine continues to provide and can never thank her enough for being MOM.

I hope that each of you finds a way to pay tribute to your own treasured bond of child to mother. For those who have lost that connection here on Earth may you treasure the memories made and know that you are always loved…for that kind of love doesn’t end.

Happy Mother’s Day to my mother and to those who have stepped in and had some type of motherly influence you will never fully understand the impact.

God Bless…