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Weekly Photo Challenge: Down February 19, 2012
February 20, 2012 by siggiofmaine

I don’t often travel Bridge Hill …
the Bucksport Road…
driving towards town in daylight.

I took someone
to a doctors appointment
just past this spot
and was amazed
that since my cataract surgery,
I could see the buildings
across the river…
down at the bottom of the hill
and see how the streets
on the other side were “layered”.

The yellow building
is a new construction
on High street
and then I can see
the houses on Beals Avenue
on the street literally above.

This is probably
not amazing
to anyone but me…
but looking down Bridge Hill
was a mind boggling event
for me.

Sigrid ( Siggi ) Saradunn

February 2019 Peace Post Card Poem # 1



surgeons skill with tools
now I see raindrop patterns
years ago choice: blindness


grateful for minds
of those who have vision
to fix things I break
what kind of mind
envisions it’s possible
medical needles
draw up insulin
know it is accurate
modern miracle
in awe of surgeons
who took my back apart
so it works better now
have you seen
3 D photocopiers
little girl has ear



To See or not to See

I always thought
my sight was good…
not excellent, but as good
as anyone’s.
There was a question
in my mind, 
even with glasses,
how someone could
see birds in the trees,
deer in the forest,
four leaf clovers,
figured it was just me
and it was just an occasional 
life got irritating.
Lights weren’t bright enough,
why didn’t the people at
my daughter’s new apt
make the driveway more 
And eventually,
I couldn’t get my sunglasses
clean enough….
and threw them across the car
never to wear them again.
I went to the eye doctor.
New glasses would take 
care of the problem.
This was after 
I kept going by my daughter’s
driveway and one granddaughter said
“let me out here, I can walk back”
after three passes and missing each time.
The younger had a friend in the car
and as we got up to the entrance to 
the apartment complex,
she turned to her friend and said,
“Don’t worry, Nana’s blind ! “
(made sense to them !).
Like looking thru waxed paper was the
not new glasses.
In three weeks,
a miracle.
“blind as a bat”.
“I can see clearly now !”
WoW !