Beware of my mare named Ol’ Gwen;
She’s mean and she’ll bite your rear end–
If her head starts to dip,
And she curls that lip,
You’d better start running, my friend
–Photo by me
Limerick 46
Tag: photo
collage 1
my life, a movie montage
my hopes, perhaps a mirage
my dreams, a crazy collage
–collage by me
Thanksgiving on the River
Today is a day
About giving thanks–
Up to the imaginary line
Running down the middle
Of the frozen river.
Beyond that line,
It’s aboot something else.
–Photo by me
haiku 133
it’s shipwreck season–
ghostly figures line the shores
of gitchi gami
–photo by me
thanksgiving (shadorma)
thanksgiving
brings back memories
of living
on the farm
with bing crosby melodies
coming from the barn
–photo by me
photoholic (tanka)
i gave up drinking
and took up photography
to better my life–
yet i’m still stumbling around
looking for that next damn shot
–photo by me
Julie Andrews Edwards Quote
I don’t know why, but these beautiful words by Julie Andrews Edwards resonate somewhere deep in my soul — thought I’d share:
“That night she dreamed of the deer.
Strangely, the animal was holding her.
She curled close into the soft fur
And touched and kissed it gently.
In the morning, her pillow
Was wet with tears.”
–Photo by me
Rescued
My son Aaron managed to grab another one of the feral kittens that hang out on the edge of town; he has a soft spot for strays, and knows that they’ll freeze to death when the bitter cold comes if left outside.
This one has something wrong with her front leg; it swings around like it’s broken, but she doesn’t seem to be in any pain. It might be a birth defect. We wrapped it up to help her walk easier.
Anyway, I think it is so important to teach our children to be kind to animals. They’ll learn to be kinder all around when they’re older — and our world sure needs that!
Here’s what I believe is an anonymous quote on it to which I wholeheartedly agree:
“How you treat animals
tells me
all I need to know
about you.”
–Photo by me
funny faces (senryu)
if we could see how
silly we look when we’re mad,
we’d promptly find peace
–photo by me
winter: where texture goes to die
beyond corduroy fields,
where the suede bluffs lie,
there’s a crepe paper lake
‘neath a soft cotton sky;
yet these same textures
are hard to recall
when winter’s white blanket
covers them all
–photo by me
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