a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Monday, January 6, 2014

Stone-D Conversation


I had a talk with a rock
He had a tale to tell
Said he was millions of years old
Was made from silt and shell.

He said they called him Limestone
His cousin's name was Shale
Both were born underwater
Exactly when they couldn't tell.

Said he was much bigger
Millions of years ago
As soon as water receded
He began to erode.

The rock held some secrets
From years long ago
He held fossils deep within
You could read his life in rows.

When the roads came
He stood in the way
A "powder monkey" drilled, packed
And blew his face away.

For Real Toads

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Sounds and Light

The west end of the valley
Stays light when all goes dark
No houses anywhere close
The dogs begin to bark.

Hubby laughs and says,
"You watch too many alien shows!"
But he doesn't hear the mountains talk
Or watch the way the dogs go.

It's not their game bark
They do not "bay" a trail
The dogs face the southwest
Bark and tuck their tails.

If my farm pack could only talk
To tell me what they hear
I could smile at Hubby and say
"It ain't no blooming deer!"

For Poets United

Saturday, January 4, 2014

If I Could Build A Fantasy...

Today we are invited by Real Toads to write a mini-fantasy.  They mentioned three brilliant authors I admire and could only dream to be one-tenth as good as they.

"I'm not strange, weird, off, nor crazy, my reality is just different from yours.” 
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass

If I could build a fantasy
There would be no wars
Every one would have all they need
And no one would be poor

If I could build a fantasy
All plants and animals would talk
There would always be conversation
No matter where you walked

If I could build a fantasy
Magic would be pure
And the country would have new leaders
Our vote would count for sure.

If I could build a fantasy
The mythical would exist
A unicorn could be sited
In the morning's mist.

If I could build a fantasy...
A Rottweiler could drive.

The Magic Recliner...

Once upon a time 
I bought a magic chair
No matter where I place it
Hubby finds it there

No way to resist
You always fall asleep
Whether it is man
or beast.
He's gonna kill me!!!
The flash woke up Bonnie and made Hubby move
but they fell under the spell of the chair again.

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Six Sentences For Two Shoes



The new year brought cold temps and high winds. Oh, the winter we will have.  When the power goes we will last a while but if the snow is deep we may become lost in drifts of the storm and of life.

If we are stranded I do not have a cooking pot large enough for human parts and will not survive like the Donner Party and others who had no choice.

If the worst should happen I hope when the spring is new they will only find our bodies and know we burned books and cooked shoe leather to survive.  We could be found holding each other frozen while trying to warm ourselves never thinking anyone would taste like chicken.

For Josie Two Shoes Creative Challenge Six Sentences.
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