Adopting A Mummy for dVerse~Poets Pub

A Halloween challenge for every one to try.  Turn those screams to laughter and the scary things will hide.

Mummy 

I think I need a mummy
To help with house hold chores
They are wrapped in rags
So they can dust and more.

Need to wash a floor?
Wet a mummy well
Drag it through the rooms
Better than a mop I hear tell

Don't need a zombie
They make too big a mess
Where the next body part falls
Is anyone's guess

Vampires have a drinking problem
Werewolves always shed
Ghosts go through everything
And the Horseman has no head.

So give me a mummy
With rags of clean white
I'll hand it Pledge
With orders to work all night.

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.

Written for dVerse~Poets Pub Form For All

Poetry Jam Mirrors...

Dad stood in the mirror
With Alzheimer's in his head
He smiled, tipped his hat
"See that old man," he said.

Dad stood in the mirror
I stood with him hiding tears
Trying to share his world
As I had throughout the years.

Dad stood in the mirror
Where time moves too fast
Oh, Dad, how I loved you
From the beginning to the last.

For Poetry Jam

Random Thoughts

I totally dislike the Geico commercial with Old McDonald!  The logical way for Old McDonald to spell cow would be E-I-E-I-O not  c-o-w-e-i-e-i-o.  Remember the line "..and on that farm he had a cow, E-I-E-I-O"
 Spelling Bee may have a cute "Dagnabbit" in it but it doesn't make me happy.  Maybe the Spock in me coming out.

We go soon to have Andrew's broken foot checked.  Hopefully he will be running and dancing soon.

We had ice in the water buckets Wednesday morning so fall is leaving us (unintended pun).

The flowers linger.

 The moon still rises

At The Farm.

A Talented Friend With Dogs

I've been blogging since September '09.  This is my two-thousandth one hundredth ninety-second  post on At The Farm.  I have a few followers and have met many wonderful people.  I am grateful every day for those who visit.  Thank you.

One lady whom I call friend even though we've never met lives in the United Kingdom with her husband and three beautiful dogs.  She writes Dip-Dip and The Bridge and is a talented seamstress with talent in many other fields.  Her Mini-Mes  are everywhere and now this amazing women is sketching. 

...and that's why this grasshopper is shown again.  She asked my permission to sketch it.

This lady is amazing.

Stop by and say hello.

Thanks for allowing me to use your art, "Mum".