the years my two youngest were born were dry on the prairies. i recall driving along the Number 1 hiway (sask) at a place were one could normally see several miles: That day the semi' in the oncoming lane were invisible beyond 75-100 meters.
this tanka suits my mood tonight
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dust blanked horizon
contours and landmarks all gone
remembering drought
brings notice of love parched heart
full of dust blanked memories
TRUE STORY. Bella survived an abusive powerbroker father with organized crime ties, a drug-addicted mother and a physically/sexually abusive brother. Shocking & inspirational. When she couldn't cry, she tattooed a crying angel to cry for her.
A passionate and poignant memoir written by a woman whose life has been guided by the words: "I am here to learn how to love well." The book is a deep examination of relationships, family, motivation, and honoring of the Self.
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
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loved the pictures of imagery.
Peg
you do the shorter forms of poetry, with so much style and depth!
Hugs,
Maria