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(A poet, I am not. But a woman who likes to play with words, that I am.) I feel the mermaid in me reaching for liquid mystery When clear, It reveals tree stump minnow feed …
Paper, emails, messages, class assignments They arrive faster than a roadrunner cartoon Anvils rain from the sky Duck! Hide under the desk! “Take me down to the river” She whispers Where tufts of white Glide between stone blue ice Two, then four, then more Silent as statues Three observers One human, two not Watch from…
I loved so many photos that I took at the local Game Fair last Saturday that it was difficult to select which ones to put into this blog post. This wasn’t because so many shots were good – many are fuzzy, cluttered or have fence wires running through them – but through all of that,…
This is what I saw On one of my walksA week agoBefore it hit the 80s A giftNo matter howMany timesI see I see with wonder Amazement And a contented sigh Poetry in motionA synchronized swim “Who is their choreographer?”The girls wanted to know.
I was on some sort of picture blitz this weekend, and not just of dogs. I took a walk across the Rum River bridge (below) to get to a platform by the river’s dam. When you look over the side of the bridge, you see the structure below. I’m not sure what it is but it…
Finally! A nice day! Yeh! See Maery doing the happy dance! You know it’s been tough weather-wise when a bit of sun and temps in the 60s make you crazily jubilant! Lots got done today – raking, cutting down some buckthorn, gathering and burning branches, clearing flower beds of leaves and old growth, a couple…
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Now that was one cool video!!! Loved the wonderful poem too!
God bless ya and enjoy your evenin’ sweetie!!!
“Increasing teamwork and sharing”…not for everyone!: )
(I have to admit, I had a rough start with this…but I am picking up steam just reading some of the other poems)
Totally cool. I get the picture from your words.
Oh yes, I remember those days, Maery. But didn’t have earphones and an iPOD back then. 🙂
What a beautiful poem about life in the ‘trenches’ (or – should I say ‘cubicle’??). So clever and creative!