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
a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label mystery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mystery. Show all posts
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Traveling To Stone County
to buy a new bush hog. Ours was non repairable. I hope this one lasts a while. I got to see speeding views but Hubby did stop at the over look on Hwy 58.
I love the rolling hills that hold secrets we may never know. Crossing the great White River from Izard County into Stone County. You can see why this place was not easy to settle and had pockets of people who kept to their community and to themselves.
I love the rolling hills that hold secrets we may never know. Crossing the great White River from Izard County into Stone County. You can see why this place was not easy to settle and had pockets of people who kept to their community and to themselves.
Roads crooked and steep kept these areas isolated well into the '30's.
I am old enough to remember traveling the gravel roads.
I was born in '54 and some of these roads were not paved then.
Stone County and the St James community became famous worldwide in 1929 when a romance between a young lady, Teller Ruminer, and a "hobo" Connie Franklin supposedly ended in gruesome murder. Depending on which side you talk to the "truth" is different but always interesting.
The book I am now reading is entertaining because I know a lot of these folks and the communities the book covers. Ghost of The Ozarks: Murder and Memory in the Upland South by Brooks Blevins. A true life tale of murder? and mystery among the hilly communities in Stone county.
An old building on the court square.
Dry Creek mentioned in the book was not dry today.
Funny how we look at things differently when we know the history.
We flew home again pulling a bush hog
with one happy Hubby.
Friday, April 13, 2012
I Watch Too Many Alphabet Shows...
and I'm not talking about Sesame Street (is that even on any more?) I'm talking CSI, NCIS, SVU. Shows like that pull me in not for the death and gore but for the mystery of who done it and how we gonna prove it. I watch Bones, too. Although not really an alphabet show, the title is short and only has five letters so it lands right after NCIS.
I love a good mystery and they are hard to find today without the gore so I endure gore for the thrill of the hunt. Do you really think they can track spores that only grow in a certain place to find a killer...it stretches my imagination but it still pulls me in...hopelessly hooked. Then I never remember the schedule. I think I'm at least a year behind on most of them. Thank goodness for the channels that have the reruns.
I love a good mystery and they are hard to find today without the gore so I endure gore for the thrill of the hunt. Do you really think they can track spores that only grow in a certain place to find a killer...it stretches my imagination but it still pulls me in...hopelessly hooked. Then I never remember the schedule. I think I'm at least a year behind on most of them. Thank goodness for the channels that have the reruns.
I don't do a lot of tv but that's okay. I can catch up anytime.
The beauty of spring calls me outside.
The alphabet shows will be there when it's cold.
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