Hat Full of Dreams: A Book of Prose and Poems

By H.B. Schulz

This book is a collection of dreams and poems for the loss of an artist lost to us all too soon. All funds will go to a charity to fund Art For Debs Kids 501c. My friend volunteered as the teacher for primary age children and I seek to continue her dream that all children need art to be both tactile and teaching them the value of a leaf on the ground paper chains and so on. I can’t live in a world without art and no child should be left with out the choice to finger paint or make paper houses with windows colored by tissue paper. All the world needs a little help now and then and we care about children having Art. Poetry and quiet left me at age seventeen when I left home to serve our country seeking to prove something I never could to someone who never cared. I have forty some years later once again found a quiet spirit who while scarred and broken never the less find great joy in awakening the young happy lad whom I once knew so well. Some have described me as a giant bear, others as a Marmaduke I guess they both live inside me seeking the murmur of a creek the touch of a tiny fern moss covered stones amid trees tall as buildings and so we go……………

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jan 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9781532092459

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ISBN: 978-1-5320-9246-6 (sc)

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iUniverse rev. date:  01/15/2020

CONTENTS

It’s The Small Things That Matter

Thirsting

The Butterfly Dance

The Boatman

The Bears Den

Tenderness

Sweet Dreams

So Small A Kiss

Snowfall

Mon Muse

Losing The Past

Just Maybe

Grace And Marilynn

Fall

Echo’s In A Canyon

Dust In An Echo

Cry Of The Spirit Dogs

The Old Stetson

Line Shack

Beside Is

Paint Pony

Taking A Step Away

The Lonely Path Once Chosen

The Quiet Voices Of The Stream

Stone Arches

Stone

Here We Go Again

A Rivers Edge

The Spirit Lake

Rip Tide

What Help Has The Dutch Boy His Finger In Stone?

A Long Walk Home

Being Of Service

Gravity

Heather

Just Twelve Inches Square

Dark Gray Rooms

Sitting Bull

Mad Max Train

How Fare The Brave Ones

She Had Certain Dignity

The Summons

Loss Of A Great One

What Animal Would You Be?

A Crowded Sidewalk

Last Call

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IT’S THE SMALL THINGS THAT MATTER

Lying mute near the desk lamp is an old Parker pen bearing a life time of wear marks, the clip brass and bent. Though mute now it rests till held next in the hand, the engraved initials worn past reading quite worn where the two fingers hold as with the thumb of my hand. Black lacquer over brass when held of good weight. Though given as a gift so long, long ago, it’s laid in good order my small book of poems. People often say that to be happy is the thing, that all else is mere possessions that count not a thing. I’ve assured and agreed as they mean well and speak…………. but in private I think the word happy so, so Big! While with me its small things to which my life clings, not boats, cars or money do I want most of all, it’s the good words and small things like an old Parker pen which to me make up happy with my poems in the end. The loss of a school mate that started a dream to write down some verse in a small book of poems and leave a small mark in the school we called home. A lost one we called Mink had a god given gift she could draw like Walt Disney a talent she shared with hundreds of kids, always giving