Oath of Office by Michael Palmer

Oath of Office by Michael Palmer

This is the perfect novel for Mendocino County. A doctor shoots seven patients and staff and then himself, another doctor working on him is not adhering to protocol, a woman driving home becomes fixated on a car with a tail light out to the point of almost causing an accident herself, a young man chopping onions in a restaurant kitchen is so fixated on an onion that he chops off his thumb.

Meanwhile the until now exemplary man who is the head of the Federal Drug Administration is filmed in a hotel room with an underage prostitute who claims he has hurt her. The Presidents popularity ratings have plummeted, leaving him hurt and depressed.

The President’s wife and a doctor are the unlikely team who discover what is happening in King’s Ridge. It has to do with mice eating cockroaches, I think, actually could not read that part, corporate evil and GMOs. As I said the perfect novel for Mendocino County.

Eliza

April is Poetry Month, just around the corner

Two poems for Donna. Not great, nor maybe even good, but the feelings are there. Won't keep their format, so sorry.

DON'T CRY FOR THE HORSES Unknown Author

Don't cry for the horses that life has set free,A million white horses forever to be. Don't cry for the horses, now in God's hand,As they dance and they prance in a heavenly band.They were ours as a gift, but never to keep,As they close their eyes forever to sleep. Their spirits unbound, on silver wings they fly,A million white horses against a blue sky.Look up into Heaven, you'll see them above,The horses we lost, the horses we loved. Manes and tails flowing, they gallop through time,They were never yours, they were never mine.Don't cry for the horses, they'll be back someday,When our time is gone, they will show us the way. Do you hear that soft nicker? Close to your ear?Don't cry for the horses, Love the ones who are here.


Another: author unknown

I'll lend you for a little whileMy grandest foal, He said.For you to love while he's aliveAnd mourn for when he's dead.It may be one or twenty years,Or days or months, you see.*_But, will you, till I take him backTake care of him for me?_*He'll bring his *charms* to gladden you,And should his stay be briefYou'll have treasured memoriesAs solace for your grief.I cannot promise he will stay,Since all from earth return,But, there are lessons taught on earthI want this foal to learn._I've looked the wide world overIn my search for teachers true.And from the throngs that crowd life's lanesWith trust I have selected you._Now will you give him your total love?Nor think the labor vain,Nor hate Me when I comeTo take him back again?I know you'll give him tendernessAnd love will bloom each day.And for the happiness you've knownForever grateful stay.But should I come and call for himMuch sooner than you'd plannedYou'll brave the bitter grief that comesAnd someday you'll understand.For though I'll call him home to MeThis promise to you I do makeFor all the love and care you gaveHe'll wait for you, inside Heaven's Gate.