Each night I set my boats to sea and leave them to their bawdy business. Whether they drift off maddened, moon-rinsed, or dock in the morning scuffed and chastened— is simply how it is, and I gather them in. ~ from “Describe Yourself in Three Words or Less” by Rita Dove (this poem and eleven…
Solo Trail Ride Squeeking of leather Calling of birds Riding in the woods It’s too purty for words. Just me and my horse Ambling along. It’s such a wonderful feeling Wanna break out in song. I found a melody In the beating of hooves As my troubles drift off And over tree roofs. – Mary…
Walking down the sidewalk
Plastic cup of whisky in my hand
“This is illegal,” I think
I’m a good girl
I don’t do things like this…
The plan was to post tomorrow with photos of my cute new chicks. Alas, the hatchery won’t have two of the birds I ordered until next Thursday so no cute chick photos. You’ll have to settle for fungus. The chick delay is probably good as it allows more time for coop completion. Plus I have…
I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious. — Albert Einstein The big news of last week was that one of the chickens produced an egg! Ta Da! There’s been three eggs in total so far. One was so small it could have been a robin’s egg. And there was another big event! I’d given…
At what point Do we Stop enjoying Eying with wonder A seed split open A shoot rising Out of the earth Or fungus Springing out of Recycled coffee grounds? At what point Do we become So sophisticated That nothing amazes Makes us blink in surprise At what point Are we no longer allowed To be…
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I love the poem Maery…and the look on the chicks face is adorable, a cutie.
Oh the chick are so cute 🙂
You are a poet my friend. I love the fluffy little peepers!!! Cute!
God bless ya sweetie!!! :o)