How does the dinner bell ring to you?

Question: How does the dinner bell ring to you!?

The March of the Wheelchairs

In Dakota land lunch is dinner
and dinner supper while lunch is lunch,
as traditions from farmlands go!.

Now breakfast is at 6, lunch at 9
dinner at noon, lunch at 3
supper at 7, everything timed!.

Day in and day out, better not be late!.
Weather fickle, eating ain’t!
Farm traditions, genetics ‘grained!.

No surprise nursing home meals,
wheelchairs marching, internal time,
largo movements, staccato fades!.

Day in and day out…they’re not late
Wheelchairs marching, marching in
farm traditions, genetics ‘grained!.

Weather fickle…!.eating ain’t!
Hopefully God keeps the schedule,
or has… a special dining hall!.

As these Wheelchairs arrive…
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Seems a different pace, then your usual!.
But I like it! Reads like the beat of a drum in my mind!.
The "schedule" comes through!. KudosWww@QuestionHome@Com

It is the same in all nursing houses!.I have been to lunch or dinner many times with some of my elders!.For them it is a time to visit,get out of their room!.Some who are shy,they must come down for dinner!.
It is important for them to socialize!.Schedules are important to them, they have lived with them their whole lives!.If you notice, this is a time when most of them have a smile on their face!.They get to chit-chat
with each other, just like they did around their own dining tables!.
I love the rhythm of your poem,hum-drum,hum-drum!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

This so reminds me of my elderly parents!.!.!.!.it's such and such time, we must prepare the table and then eat!. I would, as the last child at home, protest 'I'm not hungry, now' -but, the routine had to be maintained!. The routine gave them comfort, made it seem, I suppose, that nothing had changed!.

This is a very unusual poetic form - three line stanzas!. How you've managed it I don't know, but it seems to work!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Ingrained genetics--how and what we eat becomes part of our DNA!. I see the march of the wheelchairs every Tuesday!. Food is comfort, society, sustenance for the soul!. For some, the one thing left to look forward to!.

Excellently described in your poem!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

What's for lunch!?
I know I have three shirts on
What's for lunch!?
You're not my son in law
What's for lunch!?
Have we left for Wal-Mart yet!?
What's for lunch!?
Of course I can say that
What's for lunch!?
I think they're trying to kill me
What's for lunch!?
I'll see you next week

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Reality is there for all to see
Mundane living to some
Love of family and God
makes the end years good

I see my early years and memories, thank you for sharing!. They tell me I am older then the mountains but younger then dirt!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Genetics and genetic engineering is a tough subject to handle, but not tougher than nursing homes!.!.and trying to keep a special form of poetry doesn't make it easier for you!. Well done!Www@QuestionHome@Com

It appears there's alot of meals going on! I suppose it gives the wheelchairs something to look forward to each day!. Very good poem describing an interesting topic!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

very nice Neon!.
a blessed poetic meal!.
my wheel chair is going to have to have some tractor tires
and a backup beeper!. lol
im guessing yours will have some fancy lights!.!.
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Cracking read! Unusual subject!. What's for pudding!?Www@QuestionHome@Com

Food and the socialization that goes along are so important!
Well done, Neon!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

As Buk would say,
"I'm hungry!"

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food for thought

time for my breakfast nowWww@QuestionHome@Com