What other garment displays a personality as clearly as a hat does? Here are some of my favorites from a collection of over 1400. Click on photos to enlarge.
For the: https://weeklyprompts.com/2020/03/07/saturday-challenge-hats/
Please read the below article. Scary. This goes beyond politics. Are you willing to trust your country and the world’s future to this man? If the answer is yes, dare to read this article:
There is a Glitch in Everything
There is a glitch in everything. Everyone you meet
is lactose intolerant or allergic to wheat.
We can’t drink the water and everywhere we venture
breathing without masks is considered an adventure.
The ocean’s full of plastic. It’s ground up in our salt,
but nobody I’ve ever met feels it is their fault.
We still buy our Seven Up neatly bound in plastic
as all around our world the pileups grow ever more drastic.
If each and every one of us learned to just say “No,”
to packaging in plastic, we could stem the status quo.
If we only ate organic. If we all went solar,
cooled down the atmosphere, resolved our issues polar,
stopped genetic meddling, stopped drilling, pipes and fracking,
we might restore ecology that presently is lacking;
but the chances of our doing so probably are scant.
It’s hard for us to walk the walk. It’s easier to rant.
Prompts for today are water, glitch, everything, adventure and neat.
I just have to post this again for the red challenge!!!
As well as these:
For Nancy’s A Photo A Week Red Challenge.
Please click on photos to enlarge.
The Great Unquoted
Folks from the country are rarely surveyed.
They’re too far from the action so rarely waylaid
by people with surveys or long questionnaires
who don’t know the difference between bulls and mares.
They’re afraid of rogue bulls (or perhaps they are steers?)
Then wood ticks and snakes are additional fears.
So they’re given to mutiny when asked to go
to where they consider the folks are so slow
that they’re dumb as the fence posts that border the road.
They aren’t up on the lingo. Their clothes aren’t in mode,
but farm folks are happy no matter what season.
If they’d taken a survey, they’d find the top reason
is that folks armed with clip boards don’t haunt every nook.
They don’t stand at the corner or invade your brook
when a fellow stands fishing and thinking great thoughts.
They don’t snoop in your garbage or peek in your pots.
Here in the country, while working or drinking,
we keep to ourselves all the thoughts we are thinking.
Let city folks keep all their lists, charts and numbers.
We county folk prefer our bucolic slumbers.
Prompt words today are afraid, top, country, mutiny and post. And for dVerse Poets Open Link.
He might look like a city boy, but that’s my dad stretched out under a tree down by the river, thinking great thoughts. I think my mom had him dressed up for a church picnic.
I love the contrast of these smooth green speckled leaves against the rough concrete colors and textures.
See Cee’s incredible orchid photo HERE.
Mystery Bride
As ceremonies go, theirs was most whimsical in nature—
as original in rite as in its nomenclature,
for to the credit of the groom, who set custom aside,
it was he who chose to take the last name of the bride.
Right off, it captured interest the day the knot was tied
when his wife-to-be was clothed with little left to hide.
Swathed in camouflage from her head top to her toes,
you couldn’t see the bride at all. You only saw her clothes.
So since no one had met the bride, when their “I do’s” were said
without the bridal burqa being lifted from her head,
nobody really knew at all what his Mrs. looked like.
The groom was heard to say it only mattered what she cooked like.
And so the mystery of the bride remains up to this day.
If his family’s seen her, not one of them will say.
And though his treatment of his bride is thought by some as vicious,
all agreed the wedding cake she baked was most delicious.
Prompts today are cinch, ceremony, whimsical, capture and interest.
Photo by Omar Belattar on Unsplash, used with permission.
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