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.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

I have a confession

I am a chicken addict.

It has been fives days since I brought chickens (20)  but.... in four days the hen who has been carefully tending 25 eggs will get her reward (or curse) when the eggs hatch.
I took 48 eggs to a lady to hatch out for me.
I ordered 25 special breed chickens that will come in May 25th
you might wonder what I will do with all these chicks.  I will pick and choose the ones hatched and sell or most likely give the others away.
I keep several elderly women in eggs, one less expense for them.
I do love watching and caring for my 50 + hens

Here's the conversion my husband and I had today

Husband: We're going to have to start buying chicken feed by the ton
Me:  Some husband's have wives that smoke, drink or do drugs.  Count your blessings.
Husband:  You might be more fun if you had those habits.

I didn't say a word... I was too busy throwing rocks at him as he skipped away laughing.  Good thing that I'm better at tending chickens than throwing rocks.

Sunday, April 10, 2016

2016 Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem

Welcome to Day 10 of the 2016 Progressive Poem.  Each year Irene Latham of Live Your Poem, invites poets to her own poetry festivities to help develop and build a progressive poem for National Poetry Month.  Each of 30 different poets supplies a line on their assigned day to cumulatively create the poem.

Now it's my turn.  Game face on! I'm not a poet and I know it.... but... I'm always up for a challenge. Just a bit of information about me... I love nature but rural nature.  I live it every day and you can hear it in each beat of my heart.  

Here's the poem so far: The last line is my humble offering.

A squall of hawk wings stirs the sky
A hummingbird holds and then hies
If I could fly, I’d choose to be
Sailing through a forest of poet-trees
A cast of crabs engraves the sand
Delighting a child’s outstretched hand
If I could breathe under the sea
I’d dive, I’d dip, I’d dance with glee
A clump of crocuses crave the sun.
A clump of crocuses crave the sun.
Kites soar while joyful dogs run

Keep up with the poem and watch it grow at the websites below.  One line each day of April.  If you want to see the poems from pass years vist Irene's blog at www.irenelatham.blogspot.com

2 Joy at Joy Acey
3 Doraine at Dori Reads
4 Diane at Random Noodling
5 Penny at A Penny and Her Jots
6 Carol at Beyond LiteracyLink
8 Janet F. at Live Your Poem
9 Margaret at Reflections on the Teche
10 Pat at Writer on a Horse
11 Buffy at Buffy's Blog
12 Michelle at Today's Little Ditty
13 Linda at TeacherDance
14 Jone at Deo Writer
16 Violet at Violet Nesdoly
17 Kim at Flukeprints
18 Irene at Live Your Poem
19 Charles at Poetry Time
21 Jan at Bookseedstudio
23 Ramona at Pleasures from the Page
24 Amy at The Poem Farm
25 Mark at Jackett Writes
26 Renee at No Water River
27 Mary Lee at Poetrepository
29 Sheila at Sheila Renfro
30 Donna at Mainely Write