Occasion for Cussing Numbers gather before me Like enemy troops They raise their rifles I pull out my secret weapon Turbo Tax Certainly it will save me If I can just find My account websites And remember the passwords To print the forms That hold the encrypted messages Almighty Turbo Tax Has the decoder ring I…
April is just about over. Only one more poem to go after this one. Although it’s been quite the challenge, I’ve had fun so I think I’ll still throw poems into my posts, maybe once a week. The month of May I’m declaring as Focus on Healthy Habits month. Yee Haw! Doesn’t that sound fun!…
Give Me a Break Exhaustion Drips off me Puddling Onto the floor Another mess To clean up This is not a literal poem as you might be thinking. There have been no puppy accidents for at least two days. She’s getting much better at not peeing in the house and she hasn’t pooped in the…
I rode Luke this morning. He was feeling spooked, very upright, and lots of spring to his trot. So much coiled energy, a sproingy trot in place feeling. I got in a few good canters and a few leg yield steps before he got tense and we had to go back to circling. He’s doing…
What is it about swans?
They make me think of fairy tales
And magic
And the ugly duckling
who discovers he’s a swan
It’s been crazy cold and snowy here in Minnesota this winter. Those who don’t live here probably think that’s nothing new, but we’ve been spoiled for a while now with mild, almost snowless winters. Time to get our Minnesotan back on! The chickens are hanging in there, thanks to the addition of a heat light…
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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)