Two Shoes In Texas...Six Sentences

I can't imagine the fear that possessed this little dog when she was removed from her owner's home where she had always lived.  Almost one hundred dogs were rescued because the owner's health was not good. The dogs had been well cared for and loved.

Lizzy is a quiet dog and very easy to love.  She had accepted all of us and as tiny as she is, Lizzy thinks she's a farm dog and coaches on the side line.

Being a Jack Parsons Russel/Cairn Terrier mix Lizzy is no longer scared and has proven to be a loving companion, a watchful dog and just a tad spoiled.  

For Six Sentences with Two Shoes in Texas.  The key word is scared.  Thanks for the fun.

Fright Night...

Mad Snapper improved and added to my portrait.

She is great with the computer and a camera.

Pick one for my new profile picture.

Mad Snapper

also worked her magic here.

Happy Halloween!

Grab Your Pardner...

swing her around...

Square dancing at the farm

for Awww Mondays.

Art With The Mag

le Jardin, 1962, by Max Ernst 

Orange, yellow, blue and green
Surround a woman underground
Not to bloom or blossom
but rather to rot or drown

Art is in the eye of the beholder
As poetry is in the heart
He painted what I could not see
I rambled...yet both are art

For The Mag with Tess Kincaid

Adopting A Mummy for dVerse~Poets Pub

A Halloween challenge for every one to try.  Turn those screams to laughter and the scary things will hide.

Mummy 

I think I need a mummy
To help with house hold chores
They are wrapped in rags
So they can dust and more.

Need to wash a floor?
Wet a mummy well
Drag it through the rooms
Better than a mop I hear tell

Don't need a zombie
They make too big a mess
Where the next body part falls
Is anyone's guess

Vampires have a drinking problem
Werewolves always shed
Ghosts go through everything
And the Horseman has no head.

So give me a mummy
With rags of clean white
I'll hand it Pledge
With orders to work all night.

dVerse~Poets Pub The Old House

THE OLD HOUSE

The old house sat without a care

Drops floated on liquid air

The night sky empty except for fog

Held no sound, no monologue

The old house stood strong and fair.

We stood where our ancestors dared

We sang their praises, said a prayer,

And stumbled lost into the bog

The old house sat.

We suddenly became aware

The porch held a rocking chair

The eyes saw not where the feet could slog

We whispered a dialogue

To remind us, Beware!

The old house sat.

Written for dVerse~Poets Pub Form For All

Poetry Jam Mirrors...

Dad stood in the mirror
With Alzheimer's in his head
He smiled, tipped his hat
"See that old man," he said.

Dad stood in the mirror
I stood with him hiding tears
Trying to share his world
As I had throughout the years.

Dad stood in the mirror
Where time moves too fast
Oh, Dad, how I loved you
From the beginning to the last.

For Poetry Jam

Random Thoughts

I totally dislike the Geico commercial with Old McDonald!  The logical way for Old McDonald to spell cow would be E-I-E-I-O not  c-o-w-e-i-e-i-o.  Remember the line "..and on that farm he had a cow, E-I-E-I-O"
 Spelling Bee may have a cute "Dagnabbit" in it but it doesn't make me happy.  Maybe the Spock in me coming out.

We go soon to have Andrew's broken foot checked.  Hopefully he will be running and dancing soon.

We had ice in the water buckets Wednesday morning so fall is leaving us (unintended pun).

The flowers linger.

 The moon still rises

At The Farm.

A Talented Friend With Dogs

I've been blogging since September '09.  This is my two-thousandth one hundredth ninety-second  post on At The Farm.  I have a few followers and have met many wonderful people.  I am grateful every day for those who visit.  Thank you.

One lady whom I call friend even though we've never met lives in the United Kingdom with her husband and three beautiful dogs.  She writes Dip-Dip and The Bridge and is a talented seamstress with talent in many other fields.  Her Mini-Mes  are everywhere and now this amazing women is sketching. 

...and that's why this grasshopper is shown again.  She asked my permission to sketch it.

This lady is amazing.

Stop by and say hello.

Thanks for allowing me to use your art, "Mum".

Digging?

Not me!!!

Awww Monday...

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Music In The Mountains Theater

and the audience was packed.  The stage was full of talent. Garrett Duncan and Andrew were awesome.  All the musical guests and the regulars were great too.

Garret is fifteen and plays by ear like Andrew.  They have different musical styles but no problem playing together.  Garret also sings and is...to use a phrase overly used but not in this case...AWESOME! 

Garrett

Andrew with MS Melodie...it was costume night for some.

Great music by all.

Toad...

float

Hauling A In A Bucket With My Fat Babies On...

Most of the time you see my bare feet or flip flops but I do have boots.  Ariat Fat Babies are the most comfortable work boots I have ever owned.

So off we go on a great adventure to erect a tree stand.  I am riding in the tractor bucket.  It got kinda rough before we arrived at THE SPOT but it sure gave me a different perspective.

Loading up

with my Fat Babies and painting pants

Enjoying the view but not the bumps

You who hunt know how you must find the perfect spot where the game is coming through and hide.

With much struggling the stand is up!

See the rope?

Yep that's my hand holding it.  In the beginning that was all that was holding it against the tree.  You have to climb this stand, adjust it, tie it to the tree and test it.

We had a few problems and conversations about the ratchet straps while I contemplated how I could murder my husband.  It wasn't close enough to the pond to knock him out and throw him in. An "accidental" fall would not kill him and would mean more work for me...so I helped.  With teeth gritted.  With my mouth shut.

I won't tell you how many times my heart stopped.  I cannot repeat much of what was said because my blog would no longer be G-rated. Two straps are ratcheted with colorful adjectives and a third strap wrapped and tied for extra safety.  The bar you see hanging is adjusted tight against the tree with only half the comments as the straps received.   

The opportunity passed for many homicidal ideas I had while the King tested his throne.  He has issued an Executive Order that limbs must be trimmed.  

Enough done for this day but soon I will climb into that bucket and be lifted to the tree tops with a limb trimmer in my hands.  Yeah, another opportunity!

I was not paid by the King or Ariat for this post.

Hauling House

May slow you down but

you can still stop to eat out.

There Be Roses...

At The Farm

It's Mine

and you can't have it!

A Trio Of Tiger Shots

Incarcerated?

Just in the chicken house

and I climbed out.

Peek-a-boo!

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The Mag 190

My name keeps me locked
Behind an inescapable fence
Every one fears my breed
It doesn't make sense

I'm like every other dog
I act how I am trained
I sadly watch as people pass
I needn't be restrained

Look into my baby blues
I am a dog
Like any other
Just a different hue

Join The Mag 190 prompt from Magpie Tales.

Road Trip To Redemption

I reached for The Everyday Life Bible with notes and commentary by Joyce Meyer. I thumbed through not knowing for what I was looking. A paper fell out, not a book mark, so I opened it to see.
It was another of those lost pieces of writing I'm always finding. It was written at 3AM, Sunday October 14, 2007.
No title was listed but I felt compelled to share this. Our prompt is Redemption for Fireblossom Friday (Was removed because it was supposed to be a NEW POEM)

I thought I was staying home

but that was not to be.

A travelin' show was in our town

with a preacher I must see.

My sister came a callin'

with excitement in the air.

This man was "God's Own Servant"

then she drove me there.

He began quietly

but then the timbre rose

until he was shouting

and sweat dripped from his nose.

It was a sin-filled battle,

the preacher armed to the teeth.

A Bible gripped in one hand,

his amour was his faith.

I've never heard anything like it!

The battle raged on and on.

The devil took to runnin'

chased out, tailed by a song.

I've never sensed such power!

I've never felt so small!

Through this Bible Warrior

the Lord spoke to us all!

Then he said, "Just bow your head,

Ask the Lord, please..."

I bowed my head but did not plan

on falling to my knees.

The Lord took hold of me

right then and there.

Pulled me from my knees

and placed me in a chair.

People were singing,

praising God and clapping hands.

But I was alone in that room

when the Lord took my hand.

He pulled me aside and talked to me

Like He really cared.

He said "You have a mission.

This Word must be shared."

"You are the salt of the earth

You've a job to do

You must bring flavor to daily lives.

I ask this of you."

"You are in the perfect spot to spread Love's news.

The next time I hear

'Frankly, my dear...'

I'm not sure what I'll do."

The room for me went quiet

The Lord was still around.

I could see the people clapping

but could not hear a sound.

I wasn't sure what happened

but all the sound came back.

People were praising God

and patting me on the back.

Then the night was over

we were back in the car.

Guess the road trip to Redemption

wasn't really very far.

A re-post of an old post
for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Through Marcy's Lens

There are some days you just want to say

P--- on it!

Never give up.

See sunshine on the webs.

and diamonds that appear in the morning dew.

Be grateful

you're not the spider's lunch

Hide if you must but only for a short while

There's always worm poop

But if the light's right

It's a work of art

Enjoy the sunshine on the web of life...

and smile.

The Poems of Emily

   

The only authenticated portrait of Emily Dickinson later than childhood, 

the original is held by the Archives and Special Collections at Amherst College.

BY ME

In her room
She yelled silently
No one knew
Until she departed
How Emily was strong
Writing
To fill our souls
With music

Because I Could Not Stop For Death

By Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible.
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity. 

For Poets United...Oh, that I could write as Emily did!

For Poetry Jam: Steps

If we're lucky
Our first steps are
Hopefully into
Trustworthy arms

The next steps
Are guided
By loving hands
Keeping us from harm

Then we climb
Step after step
Planning our choices
Are charmed.

For Poetry Jam:  Steps
and for my grandsons:
Andrew, Jake and Zander
May all your steps be true.

For The Love Of My Horses...

For Peggy's challenge at Real Toads.
dVerse~Poets Pub

Rumors are 

We were once wild

Eagerly we watch

And wait

Her touch

Her voice 

Makes us safe

Her eyes shed water

In our long manes

What is "goodbye"?