Love Poem in a Time of Worldwide Dispute
When other wondrous words continue to be broken,
let us still retain one word to be our token.
While all previous words just argue and discuss,
Let the only word that we require just be “us.”
Happy 9 year anniversary, Forgottenman!
When Cars Stop, Sticks Will Do!!!
A dog just needs something to chase and lacking a car to chase, given a friendly arm to throw it, sticks work just fine. Those bottles, by the way, are not trash. The fishermen were using them to hold up ropes keeping the water hyacinth back to open a channel.
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For the Six Word Challenge
Religion and Politics Don’t Compute
Your infatuation is a blasphemy of sorts.
How could you so revere a leader who consorts
with pedophiles and listens to dictators and Russians?
Are you not aware of the obvious repercussions?
As we commence a new election, there are other people praying
that your misguided leader no longer will be braying.
Prompt words for the day are commence, blasphemy, infatuation and listen.
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Here is the first and tiniest stage of the hornworm or hummingbird moth caterpillar.
Caterpillar lineup. Hard to believe these are all the same caterpillar in different stages.
For the Friday Fun Creepy Crawlers prompt.
Dux was disappointed in my choice of birds yesterday, so here is a Duck all for him..well, and the rest of you, too.
For Granny’s Bird of the Day prompt.
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I took my visiting friend Jane to see this very old Hacienda that was purchased by an American couple and established as a residence for children who might otherwise be unable to attend school. One hundred percent of the children accepted for residence go to college. An amazing statistic. As you can see, although I had a bit of trouble finding my way to it, it was well worth the trouble. I hadn’t been here for ten years or more, but as you can see, it is beautifully maintained and preserved. So, make your way down the pathways and through the arches of Huejotitan with me. As usual, click on the first photo to enlarge all.
It’s been a loong time since I’ve done this challenge. Don’t know why. For Cee’s Which Way Challenge.
For Granny’s Bird Prompt.
Wanderlust
When I was a little girl, no more than just a snip,
I longed to be up in the air or on a sailing ship.
I lusted for adventure––for travel and for more.
I brooded over my dull life––such a crushing bore.
At five I was a dreamer. A backyard visionary.
I imagined me as gypsy, tourist or missionary.
My fantasies weren’t random. In all of them I traveled.
Year after year more restless and wandering dreams unraveled.
Tarzan was my hero and Superman my crush––
their journeys through the jungle or air currents a rush.
I longed for all their freedom––to fly and move at will.
All of their adventures dreamed from my windowsill.
All night I took such pilgrimages over hills and ridges,
crossing raging rivers over extension bridges.
At sixteen I sneaked out at night in my father’s car
and drove for hours through the night, going just so far
that I could be back home before he arose at five
to snuggle back into my bed in our familial hive.
Then slowly I transitioned into who I longed to be.
I swung down from the branches of my family tree.
Trips to far-off places: Australia and Japan,
Africa, Sri Lanka, Bali and Bataan
all came true. As time passed, I ended the charade
of my stationary life and joined the grand parade.
The world one grand excursion, for many years I quested,
thinking that the life that I was born to could be bested,
until at last I learned the truth that what I journeyed for
was simply to unlock the lock and open up that door
that led me deep into myself to find that private world
that lived inside me all those years, so securely curled
that I only found it by first venturing afar.
Thus do we wander far afield to discover who we are.
Prompt words today are transition, brood, random and snip.
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