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.

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I Walked With My Ancestors...

Yesterday, after Hubbs' doctor visit,

after a very rare (in both respects) steak lunch out,

after a stop for groceries,

I walked.

I walked where my father's father had walked.

I stood where the Osage stood.

I soaked up the healing that comes from the land.

I revisited places I've written about,

places I've lived,

and places I've played.

The sky smiled

while the land loved me back...

 I, reluctantly, returned indoors to cook dinner.

These Boots Are Made For Riding, Not Roofing

I am sure Ariat makes boots for roofing but these aren't them!  I was headed to the barn but decided to have Hubby help me get the tin back on the old house blown off by the tornado.  This has been a job we haven't been able to get completed until Sunday. 

Self portrait proves I was on the roof,

hot, sweaty, and scared but on the roof.

 This is the area we had to replace.  Now Hubby and I are neither spring chickens nor light weights so we were very cautious while climbing on this steep, old baby.

This picture is from the roof of the lean-to kitchen, not the highest part.  I soon discovered Ariats were not idea for roofing.  I slipped, I slid, I stretched, I hammered then Hubby felt sorry for me and joined me for the high part.

This is how I got up, just rode up in the bucket with my tools and climbed on the roof. 

Hubby had to climb up the tractor, to the bucket and onto the roof, laughing at me while he climbed.  He has no fear so he took this as a great opportunity to increase mine. 

Brave man on the roof cap, making short work out of what would taken me a long time to do.  When we loaded back into the bucket for him to climb down, he casually mentioned that the bucket has been dropping.  THEN he said, look, the back tires are off the ground, too much weight in the bucket.  I had my eyes closed.  Laughing at my fear, he climbed down the tractor and lowered me to the ground so I could safely step out.  RAT!

While on the roof, we spotted these buzzards,

across the field.

Were they waiting for us to fall???