Thirteen for Poets United...

Thirteen days of rain in a row

Thirteen inches all told

Water had no place to go

Thirteen billion raindrops fell

While we watched

Creeks and ditches swelled

The old wives' tale use to be

Rain on the first...Rain fifteen

Didn't make it to fifteen

Our rain stopped on thirteen

With such abundance

The plant life grew

Not offended by the occurrence

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'Twas The Night Before Easter

And all over the farm
Animals rested safe from harm
The chickens had roosted
The cows in the barn

Hubby and I were
Were sleeping like logs
No one snoring
Not even the dogs.

There were no dreams
The Bunny would come here
We were too old
And didn't really care.

I jumped out of bed to a terrible sound
I yelled out loud,  What's going down?
I put on some clothes doubly fast
Grabbed my Dr Pepper and hid my stash

I grabbed my spotlight
And my gun
The dogs were now barking
Run, varmint, run

Out the door I ran into bright moonlight
Eager to see what was out at night
The spotlight lit the darkness like day
There's a big monster bunny not running away

The dogs were nervous.
I was too.
All I could think was
That's a lot of stew!

I was just setting the monster in my sights
When the dogs grew silent and the night became light
The monster had turned to look right at me
It asked, "Whatcha doing?" as clear as can be!

I've seen Bigfoot, Spirits and Ghosts
But a Talking Rabbit was something to toast
I thought since It could talk I would ask
What the heck it was doing in my fresh mowed grass.

It turned slowly with basket in hand
"I'm delivering Easter Spirit through out the land
People have forgotten what Easter really means
I'm spreading the word, me and my team."

I was handed a basket full to the top
With candy and eggs and my favorite pop
On the top of the basket lay
A brand new Bible to show me the way

The gigantic bunny began a Herculean hop
But in mid-leap he turned and stopped
"Disciples come in many forms.
Spread the word and be reborn"

In shock and awe I watched him depart
I knew the bunny was right deep in my heart
I heard him as he jumped up the hill
"Resurrect Easter and everyone will."

Happy Easter!

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Credit to Clement Clarke Moore for giving me the idea by writing  A Visit From St Nicholas
Couldn't have done it without you, Mr Moore.

Distractions

Distractions are always jumping out for me.  I suspect I may have ATHD...A Thoroughly Happy Destiny. This beautiful sandstone held my attention for five minutes exploring the patterns, the bits of quartz and the wonder of how it was made. 

A rock, a bug, a strangely shaped stick all hold interest for me.  I can be doing a project and am continually sidetracked to closely examine a pearl of nature.

This fallen tree stirred my imagination. At first I saw a dragon.  The rocks embedded in the tree roots made me wonder was it natural or did an ancestor place them there.  The death of this tree was already supporting new life.

My curiosity and imagination is constant entertainment for me.  I fall through Alice's rabbit hole every day.

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Secrets

The ground held secrets
Shivering  in rows
Packed
With deep roots
Counting time
Mending
Planning to heal
Gathering strength
For the time
They burst forth
With a growl
Knowing secrets
Are never hidden
From Heaven

Written for Poets United  Imagirary Gardens With Real Toads and The Sunday Whirl

Dreaming

I buried Andrew Wyeth
In a yellow field
I held my grandsons
Told them how I feel
I rode my horses
Once again into spring
I woke to discover
It was only a dream
Now I wonder
Why did I bury
Wyeth in his art?

Andrew Wyeth  Open House
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I have many woman I respect and have influenced me greatly.  Some of them are in blog land.

I wrote this in the middle of the night not knowing this prompt was next.


SISTER MINE

The bones of her birthday dinner
Still lay on the plate

A teacher by trade
She molded young minds

Isolated by weather and time
She sat visiting old memories

The bones of the past resurfaced
And she smiled.

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Four Horses

Photo Credit Hindrik S with Photopin

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FOUR HORSES
Horses prance with grand feathered feet
Meticulously for the show
Owners hold reins and shout commands
In awe the spectators stand

Noses blow breath Dragon's smoke
Horses prance with grand feathered feet
Black coats reflect sheen turn as one
Graceful dance the beauty of the gods

A proud team as one raise hooves high
They circle they leap they woo the crowd
Horses prance with grand feathered feet
The black beauties steal my heart/soul

I float I glide horses my dream
Choreographed art brings tears
Of joy loving beasts forever
Hooves prance with grand feathered feet.

Responsible Tracks...

We track through life

Yet never think

Who sees our tracks

Do they follow or sink

Our tracks should be strong and clear

Leading in good directions

We know not who follows

Our angle of reflection

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I love new boots

That don't slide on ice

I love leg warmers

And flannels.

I love ice on cedars

And diamonds on fences

I love feeding cattle

Who don't care

What I wear

I love new damp babies

Big brown baby eyes

And tiny hooves ending

The warm fur

And the promise of sun.

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!"

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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. 

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Icy Prompt From Poets United...

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Rays of ice reach for spring

Spinning their own web

We see lily buds beneath

See life suspended

Surviving

Showing faith

Far greater than humans

Hues of spring

Spiral beneath

Black icy water

Waiting for the word to emerge