Lyrics by Alex Felten
One of my favorite songs my brother wrote.
I painted a 5 panel series at an outdoor art fest in Chicago, West Fest, many summers ago. They had been stored away until recently, when my kids pointed to a blank wall(very rare) in the basement and we all agreed on this!
Each panel is painted with acrylic on a 2′ x 4′ plywood board.
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Next time you’re bicycling – Riding through Chi-town.
Take your feet off the pedals – Coast and look around.
Pull over to that hot-dog stand – Cuz that Vienna looks inviting.
Eating and riding at the same time – Now you’re Chi-Cycling!
Ride your bike Chicago-style with this locally crafted print. Keep the ketchup away. 11″x11″ digital print on 100 lb. gloss card stock. Shipping included.
Integrity is standing up for what you believe in.
It is treating everyone equally and fairly, acting independent of others that do otherwise.
It is being open and honest, responsible for all of your actions.
It is speaking out when others are treated poorly.
It is refusing to participate in actions detrimental to others.
It is admitting and apologising for your errors, when mistakes are made.
It is respecting your environment, your fellow humans, and your self.
Integrity is not a characteristic, it is a way of life.
It is what you do, and what you say, always.
It sets you apart from others, it defines you as a person.
Treat others as you would want to be treated.
Be upstanding, be forthright, be conscious of your actions.
Remember to always act with integrity.
“Integrity” by Gary Dodd
Gary Dodd is a writer from Melbourne, Australia. You can find out more about Gary and his poetry at www.garydodd.com
“INTEGRITY” original artwork
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Last year I went to visit my sister in Tucson, AZ. I had never been to the desert before. My first hike was a solo trip into Saguaro National Park on the Sendero Esperanza trail. The terrain seemed extraterrestrial. I meandered from flora to fauna, paying close attention to this new world. I moved slow in the heat. I saw birds fly in and out of holes in giant cacti. Lizards sprinted across the trail. The ground was red, covered with beautiful, sharp rocks. Everything I passed had spikes on its ends. The sun was unavoidable. I enjoyed the desert very much!
by Sarah Teasdale
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow.
Sara Trevor Teasdale was born in St. Louis, Missouri, in 1884. She is the author of Love Songs (The Macmillan Company, 1917), winner of the Columbia University Poetry Society Prize (which later became the Pulitzer Prize for poetry) and the Poetry Society of America Prize. She died in 1933.