My Calling...

for dVerse~Poets Pub

Many voices
Called me
Ancestors of mine
And others
Asked me to dig
I heard them

Animals called me to heal
I healed then and now
But never got a paper
Training was easy
dogs horses
and chickens

My calling changed
To wife, mother, employee
Through all that
Animals and ancestors
paper and paint
Called...I answered

Diamond Lil, Short-haired Border Collie

Water Sports

Synchronized swimming

with dog paddle

and free form diving.

Sunday Walk

You know I have to get my fix with an extended walk.  We had snow, sleet and rain Saturday with a killing frost Sunday morning and highs in the sixties during Sunday afternoon.

The tulips are wide open.

Grape hyacinths peek through grass.

The dogs played.

Along the creek I found the my first favorite large rock

and my second.

After a morning of laundry, dishes and dreary house hold chores, this was my reward. I did pay for it. I had to dig my shoe out of wetland and acquired a few scratches. Carrying a shoe, bleeding from briers, I walked to share my find with Marcy.  She thought the prize was well worth the trials.

The wild violets are beginning to bloom.

I believe Spring may have made it.

Sing Back

Old Bank Street, Manchester, UK by R.A.D. Stainforth

Magpie Tales

Sing back a frame 
That did exist
A fiery re-call becomes
A chance to repair
To craft a new deal
From time gone
Add your wishes
This moment
Like a boat's sail
Will billow full again

The Sunday Whirl-Weekly Wordle

Poets United: Poetry Pantry

Attempting a triple prompt...

Sweet Tea

A southern pleasure
Mornings and nights
In a place where humidity
Stands and walks
Iced Sweet Tea
Makes it bearable

Martins wing through
Twilight
With bats dining
On mosquitoes
Sweet tea is the melody
To southern night's music

On the days
When you wear the sun
And walking
Is almost like swimming
Sweet tea cools
The body and the soul

Poetry Jam
dVerse~Poets Pub

Spring

Gratefully enjoying the arrival of spring

My Memory Art

Show My Face

Random 5 Friday...A Day Late

A Rural Journal

One:  Spring is taking a toe hold on the farm.  Today it is sleeting and snowing.

Two:  Andrew and Hubby are in Nashville.  Andrew and his band are playing for the "powers that be" to see if they have what it takes. They are having a great time.

Three: The farm dogs are quite happy with the change in weather as are we all.

Four:  Daughter is still not walking from her car wreck but improves every day.  This has been a long haul for all...since November.  I imagine we are all equally ready for things to return to "normal".

Five:  My creativity seems to have atrophied but it will return. This week I have read "Shoot The Moon" and "77 Shadow Street", both very good and very different.

Arkansas Lobster

 Crawdad

Crayfish

 or mudbugs

no matter the name an interesting creature to watch

Safely back in his hiding spot after harvesting some moss.

These are underwater.  

The light spot you see to the right is the fresh water entering the spring.

Ancestors' Walk

I walked their path

Through clay

and wild grass

Stolen sleep burns my eyes

These are the beginnings

and the end

I dream I am

Powers awaken

breathing ancestors' air

For The Sunday Whirl's Wordle

The Night They Walked On The Moon

My sister and I were sewing
A new sailor suit
The top was long enough
For a mini skirt
The pants were Elephant Leg style
As they were making One small step
And one Giant Leap on the moon
We listened and watched
In black and white
But sewed in color

Looking Back for Poetry Jam

Lullaby

The path ended when the mother found her lost child.  Wishing they never be separated again, the trees listened.  Embracing mother and child, they made them one.  Within the spring breeze rose the sounds of a lullaby.

For Magpie Tales

Going To, Uh, With The Dogs

No words needed.  Six Word Saturday.

The Rainbow Bridge

was built in 1930 with five arches spanning the White River that flows beside and through Cotter, Arkansas.  An enormous spring rises from the ground past the bridge and adds its beautiful crystal clear water to White River.  A train bridge also spans the river.

It is not the largest spring in Arkansas

but Cotter was once the largest town in North Arkansas.

Cotter is called "Trout Capital of the USA" but even if you are not a fisherman the beauty will take your breath away.  It was a cloudy day but the beauty was visible near and far.

The river splits above the bridge and leaves wonderful islands to be explored and supplies many areas to fish from if you don't  have a boat.

I do get off the farm now and then.

Unattended Death

Gets you a "Y" incision
They weighed and measured
Prodded and poked my organs
Emptied my stomach
To see what I ate last...
Dandelion, water cress
And goodies from the nut trees
My muddy feet puzzled them
They found me
Eyes wide open
Toward the blue sky
In the warmth of Spring
Unattended death
Gets me a "Y" incision.

For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads Open Mic

A Rebel, A Country Girl and The Ozarks

We live in the foothills of the Ozarks nestled not far from White River between the base of the Boston Mountains along the Springfield Plateau at the foot of Salem Plateau.  It is a land of beauty, mountains, caves, massive timber, wild game and water.  It is our personal slice of heaven.

Today I tried my camera to bring the Boston Mountains closer from the highest part of our farm.  It was a clear sunny warm day after months of up and down and sideways weather.

My Rebel and I are still getting to know one another. 

Together we will improve. 

 Imagine the history in these mountains. 

My ancestors and I are blessed to be part of that history...

on both sides of the river.

Farmland or Farm World?

On a Gator adventure

through flooded crossings

Through swampy mud

Climbing rocky hills

and valleys with wild animals(dogs)

hard woods

and soft woods

with hidden water features.

Our natural theme park 

has new adventures every day.