Through the Window of Time

GE DIGITAL CAMERAOut of the window my focus travels back in time,

to an old chicken coop, where roosters crows echo in my mind,

amid the laughter of Alice, my neighbor, weathered well,

who worked harder than a man, witnessed by the tales she’d tell,

From dawn to dusk her garden and chickens were her showcase,

Relying only on rain, stored in a cattle tank to beat drought’s despair,

I have forever this woman locked in my heart who is so  rare.

For no alarm clock I needed to get me out of bed those days through each call

As the roosters cock-a-doodle-do penetrated my bedroom’s ever hearing wall

The building still stands like a guardian over the memories I hold in my heart,

Through the window, remember the scenes that never will part.

So Glad No Hidden Camera Was There

So glad no hidden camera was there,
In my vehicle, locked out in despair,
Luckily,checking out the passenger side,
Finding the door opened wide,
I climbed on in, one obstacle to meet,
To climb over the gear shift with short legs and small feet.
I twisted and turned, with my eyes opened liked flying saucers,
As my crotch finally shifted into conquer my worst fear,
At last I scrunched and scooted finally with my feet on the floor,
Next time, rest assured, the keys will be resting in my pocket.
That is for sure!

Thirsty?

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Water for one and all!

Originally posted on Lines by Linda:

The road at times grows long and weary,

the future seems dark and dreary,

Gently I hear His voice say,

Come to my Well,

Drink, your journey is mine each day.Leather_bucket_of_a_well

I have you always for whatever you thirst,

I gave my life, and placed you first.

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Truth or Imagination?

A long walk back from the college library back to my dorm,
In the shadows of the night, my mind danced with alarm,
Along a wide winding path, I see lights flicker and glow,
Never there before, sudden fear sweeps, do I want to know?
The hair stands up on the back of my neck as my heart races,
Wanting to turn back and run, from whatever path to meet,
I dare not quit the quest left to find,
I trudged onward, closer and closer strange sounds chilled the air,
Now upon the bridge, suddenly the puzzle, now complete,
The swans that floated on the college pond,
were kept in a shed, The hilarious situation was far beyond.
The flashing lights were a warning sign of sidewalk repair.
There truly was nothing but my imagination to ever beware.
For that journey always leads me back to a time to remember,
The glory of the truth, and leaving its lasting ember.

This entry was posted on October 19, 2014, in inspiration.

Thirsty?

The road at times grows long and weary,

the future seems dark and dreary,

Gently I hear His voice say,

Come to my Well,

Drink, your journey is mine each day.Leather_bucket_of_a_well

I have you always for whatever you thirst,

I gave my life, and placed you first.

Election Selection

We are no longer in that once upon era of days gone by,

Instead candidates backed up with campaigns that shout, “Buy, buy!

Votes once sacred cast at every poll to have a say,

are backed by unions and big businesses today.

The media blasts candidates early and late,

So can a voter cast his ballot from deep within their soul,

Our forefathers set it forth for futures to sustain and grow.

Your vote matters so please do not ever quit,

Put your thoughts and prayers with each mark on it.