Writer on a Horse
And a Dog

The world looks better from the back of a horse and the roads of life are easier with a good dog beside you.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Bad Poem Posted is a Freedom too








Freedom


Freedom to worship in church of my choice
Feeds my spiritual soul

Freedom to study and read
Helps me reach my intellectual goal

Freedom to strive for a better life
Is the democratic way

Freedom to vote in elections
Gives me a political say

Freedom to express my beliefs and views
Allows me a literary voice

Freedom to agree or disagree on issues
Fulfills my activist choice

Freedom to protect my family and country
Is my patriotic right

All these freedoms & rights are mine to use
If they don’t infringe on the freedoms & rights

Belonging to you

Monday, November 9, 2015

Wild things in my life


 Wild hair days happen often.

Wild about horses, dogs and the love of my life.

Wild about grandbabies and Christmas



Saturday, August 8, 2015

I'm off to see the Wizard


Harry Potter of course will blog about the adventure.  My two oldest granddaughters are going with me (and my daughter, Joe and friends Pam and Sheila)




Saturday, August 1, 2015

Beauty in an Ending

I think sunsets are the most beautiful endings on earth.  They remind me that you shouldn't judge people or things until the end.  How many times have you looked to the sky and think... not going to be a great sunset... then bam!!! one of the prettiest you've every seen.  I always waited for my sunsets to mature, develop and reach their full potential .... this is also what we should do with children... stop expecting and enjoy the ride.






Friday, July 31, 2015

Bullies are everywhere







I felt so bad for this little filly... she was lost in a sea of ponies... looking for her Mama...


















wanting to make friends












This older pony decided to be mean and show her who was boss










Mama to the rescue




















Here are a few more pictures of the Chincoteague Ponies









Sunday, May 3, 2015

Progressive Poem... the finished product ... awesome

Progressive Poem



OCEAN DREAMS

She lives without a net, walking along the alluvium of the delta.
Shoes swing over her shoulder,
on her bare feet stick jeweled flecks of dark mica.
Hands faster than fish swing at the ends of bare brown arms.
Her hair flows, snows in wild wind
as she digs in the indigo varnished handbag,
pulls out her grandmother’s oval cuffed bracelet,
strokes the turquoise stones,
and steps through the curved doorway.
Tripping on her tail she slips hair first down the slide…splash!
She glides past glossy water hyacinth to shimmer with a school of shad,
listens to the ibises roosting in the trees of the cypress swamp
an echo of Grandmother’s words, still fresh in her windswept memory;
Born from the oyster, expect the pearl. 
Reach for the rainbow reflection on the smallest dewdrop.
The surface glistens, a shadow slips above her head, a paddle dips
she reaches, seizes. She’s electric energy and turquoise eyes.
Lifted high, she gulps strange air – stares clearly into
 Green pirogue, crawfish trap,
startled fisherman with turquoise eyes, twins of her own, riveted on her wrist–
She’s swifter than a dolphin, slipping away,
leaving him only a handful of memories of his own grandmother’s counsel:
Watch for her. You’ll have but one chance to 
determine—to decide.
Garner wisdom from the water and from the pearl of the past.
In a quicksilver flash, an arc of resolution, he leaps
into the shimmering water
where hidden sentries restrain any pursuit
and the bitter taste of impulse rushes into his lungs.
Her flipper flutters his weathered toes – Pearl’s signal –
Stop struggling. The Sentinels will escort you
He stills, closes his eyes,
takes an uncharacteristic breath of…water!
Released, he swims, chasing the glimmer of the bracelet
Gran gave the daughter who reveled in waves.
Straining for fading incandescence, flecks of silver,
his eyes and hands clasp cold silt,
flakes of sharp shale seething through fingers – crimson palms stinging.
A sea change ripples his shuddering back.
With a force summoned from the depths, her charged turquoise eyes unsuffer his heart
And holding out her hand to him, she knows. He knows. She speaks,
as his hand curls ’round her bracelet-clad wrist,
Papa, just a little longer in the pool! One more time down the slide! Please!
He nods; she won’t be his little mermaid much longer.


written by:
1 Jone at Check it Out
5 Charles at Poetry Time Blog
7 Catherine at Catherine Johnson
8 Irene at Live Your Poem
9 Mary Lee at Poetrepository
10 Michelle at Today's Little Ditty
11 Kim at Flukeprints
12 Margaret at Reflections on the Teche
13 Doraine at DoriReads
14 Renee at No Water River
17 Buffy at Buffy's Blog
18 Sheila at Sheila Renfro
19 Linda at Teacher Dance
20 Penny at A Penny and her Jots
21 Tara at A Teaching Life
22 Pat at Writer on a Horse
23 Tamera at The Writer's Whimsy
26 Brian at Walk the Walk
27 Jan at Bookseedstudio
28 Amy at The Poem Farm
29 Donna at Mainely Write

Prom Night... life time memory

Lakelynn went to Prom last night and since I'm a proud Granny I have to post pictures!

 

And last one is my cowgirl... keep being who your are baby!!!


Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem

The Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem is hosted by poet, Irene Latham.  The poem is crafted by thirty different poets.  It's so much fun to watch how each unique personally moves this creative infant to adulthood.  Today is my turn, so the last line is my humble effort... thanks Irene for pushing me out of my comfort zone.  






She lives without a net, walking along the alluvium of the delta.
Shoes swing over her shoulder, on her bare feet stick jeweled flecks of dark mica.
Hands faster than fish swing at the ends of bare brown arms. Her hair flows,
snows in wild wind as she digs in the indigo varnished handbag,
pulls out her grandmother’s oval cuffed bracelet,
strokes the turquoise stones, and steps through the curved doorway.
Tripping on her tail she slips hair first down the slide… splash!
She glides past glossy water hyacinth to shimmer with a school of shad,
listens to the ibises roosting in the trees of the cypress swamp
an echo of Grandmother’s words, still fresh in her windswept memory.
Born from the oyster, expect the pearl.Reach for the rainbow reflection on the smallest dewdrop.
The surface glistens, a shadow slips above her head, a paddle dips
she reaches, seizes. She’s electric energy and turquoise eyes.
Lifted high, she gulps strange air – stares clearly into
Green pirogue, crawfish trap, startled fisherman
with turquoise eyes, twins of her own, riveted on her wrist–
She’s swifter than a dolphin, slipping away, leaving him only a handful of
memories of his own grandmother’s counsel: Watch for her. You’ll have but one chance todetermine—to decide. Garner wisdom from the water and from the pearl of the past.
In a quicksilver flash, an arc of resolution, he leaps into the shimmering water                                       Where hidden sentries restrain any pursuit and the bitter taste of impulse rushes into his lungs
Check tomorrow and see where Tamera at The Writer’s Whimsy takes us next.
2015 Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem Team:


1 Jone at Check it Out
5 Charles at Poetry Time Blog
7 Catherine atCatherine Johnson
8 Irene at Live Your Poem
9 Mary Lee atPoetrepository
10 Michelle at Today's Little Ditty
11 Kim at Flukeprints
13 Doraine atDoriReads
14 Renee at No Water River
17 Buffy at Buffy's Blog
18 Sheila at Sheila Renfro
19 Linda at Teacher Dance
20 Penny at A Penny and her Jots
21 Tara at A Teaching Life
22 Pat at Writer on a Horse
23 Tamera at The Writer's Whimsy
26 Brian at Walk the Walk
27 Jan atBookseedstudio
28 Amy at The Poem Farm
29 Donna at Mainely Write

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Sisters... wish I had one

My two oldest granddaughters  Lake and Jase.  I didn't get a picture of my youngest grandbaby, Ella but she drove me around on the ranger today.  My only grandson, Kane was only worried about driving his daddy's truck.
Can y'all believe he's going to be old enough to get his permit.

Monday, April 6, 2015

Chicken Joke

Worked half the day at the barn with my chickens running and squarking around me...when I saw this I could almost see a couple of my hens saying this... enjoy

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Just a little weird....

I've been called many things in my life... many I couldn't post here... but weird is the one that makes me cock my head and say, "Really?  Why?"

One weird thing I do is making me old old old... I work harder on my off day than I do when I work.  I just flopped down to check the progressive poem post and noticed the time... how can it be mid-afternoon??? I still have clothes to bring in from clothesline and beds to make and supper to make... and mile to go before I sleep... hehehe  since I hardly sleep I guess it will be a bunch of miles.

Back to the word weird... I think when you act weird it's just your outlook on any given thing.  What is weird to me might not be weird to you. But I don't think I'm going to use weird much any more, nope I'm going to use quirky... I like that word much better.

Friday, April 3, 2015

2015 Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem

Irene Latham at Live Your Poem has recruited 30 poets for her fourth annual Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem.  From April 1 to April 30 the writers below will add one line to a one of a kind poem.  It's so much fun to watch day-by-day this creation grow, change and mature.  Come watch with me!!  I will post this link again on April 22th because that is when I will be on the hot seat.







1 Jone at Check it Out
5 Charles at Poetry Time Blog
7 Catherine atCatherine Johnson
8 Irene at Live Your Poem
9 Mary Lee atPoetrepository
10 Michelle at Today's Little Ditty
11 Kim at Flukeprints
13 Doraine atDoriReads
14 Renee at No Water River
17 Buffy at Buffy's Blog
18 Sheila at Sheila Renfro
19 Linda at Teacher Dance
20 Penny at A Penny and her Jots
21 Tara at A Teaching Life
22 Pat at Writer on a Horse
23 Tamera at The Writer's Whimsy
26 Brian at Walk the Walk
27 Jan atBookseedstudio
28 Amy at The Poem Farm
29 Donna at Mainely Write

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Beam me up Scotty

Take a look at the cloud that went over our house on Tuesday this week.  I was feeding chickens and thought to myself, Is that a tornado?  A neighbor a mile away took this picture.

It sort of looks like a spaceship, doesn't it?

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Beautiful Jaselynn... how can you be 21

In a few days this funny, kind, loving young woman will turn 21.  Your Granny is so proud of you.






Friday, March 27, 2015

Life is good

As some of you know I've started to work full time, so my writing and blogging has been pushed to the back burner.  Plus it has been a terrible winter, I just hate to be closed up with no sunshine.  That problem was fixed this week.