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I found her yesterday in the middle of the road…cars whizzing by…I knew at once that I had to save her life. We took the little kitten that I found in the road the other day to the Vet yesterday for her shots. We call her Callie. However, we received bad news... A personal request…for all those that signed the guest book of Rhonda’s dedication page to Leah…would you please do so again as when she changed serve... Growing up meant being surrounded on one side by peach and apple orchards while across the road were acres and acres of pasture and broom straw fields... The year is 1967; and its 6am beneath a warm Carolina June sky.
The pick-up truck carrying empty bushel baskets will soon arrive.
Bogey said
"I stick my neck out for no one"
But I said I'd get her to the airport.
Nine AM
It's already hotter than Morocco
Blinding sunlight ricoche... I miss my big, strong Daddy. Has it been six months, already? Seems like yesterday ... “Oh", she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!” L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island
Dedicated to all who have loved and lost. Dedicated to those who still struggle, not to chase clouds, but see the beauty of another day.
*Photo taken... I wrote this for a poetry class I am currently taking. We were limited to 15 lines describing something from real life and had to open with a predeter... This is an examination of self and the grasp for the second chance and the spiritual way the Universe has of taking care of her own.
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"No one will ever understand me live or die / That all I wanted was to be a butterfly" "From the weary brow of a hill / I watched our reality burn / The question: will we ever learn? / The answer: no we never will" Today was difficult and I really am unsure why….Even when your mind knows what must be done…sometimes the heart fails to read the mind. For Memorial Day. Thank you to all our troops, those fighting now, those who fought in the past, those who paid the ultimate cost, those who are still... Sometimes our lives intertwine...the past coliding with the present bringing out Contradictions in the future.
It is dark, most mornings,
when she rises, she prefers it
that way, sets her alarm
to awaken early, Winter''s sunrise
belongs to her.
(Copper Mountai... Fortunately I made it past that time in my young life... My little sister passed away February 5, 1973 at home. She was only 5 and a half years old. On the 25th anniversary of her death I wrote this poem in... On Sunday 4 December 2011 the Port Macquarie Yacht Club fleet sailed line astern across the Hastings'' River bar to scatter a crewmate''s Denis Fawell... Of the 16 paternal aunts and uncles, only 5 remain (Uncles Fennie and Wilson, and Aunts Juanita, Velma and Roberta.)
Of my grandparents, only one re... This is a spontaneous poem that I wrote on the back of some work papers while waiting at an unlawful checkpoint in Tuzla, Bosnia. If this short poem ... Written,4th December 2000.
Photograph taken by, Theresa Koch. |
