Gloria is home now but still doing her photo assignments. This is her last lovely batch. Click on any photo to enlarge all. I’m sure she’d enjoy hearing your impressions in the comments below. She doesn’t have a blog so I’m sharing these with you.
I couldn’t figure out how to embed this, but if you click on the link below, you can read about this fiasco planned in the year I graduated from high school. How is it that I didn’t hear of it then? Lack of an internet, I suppose.
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Click to enlarge, then click to turn pages. Marilyn’s article is featured in the table of contents and is found on page 42.
I love this poem by Sarah Connor and want to share it with you.
Hard to feel alone
when you live near rooks -
observed as you leave the house,
walk up the lane,
take in the washing;
watched as you weed
or read
or call the kids in
from the field
behind the house.
They must know
the pattern of our days,
our noisy neighbours -
must mention to each other
that we are busy now,
bustling, hustling,
chatting by the car.
They know our hours,
know when we head home,
stream in, gather
from school and work,
from walking the beach,
they must see
the pathways we carve
in the air around us.
Okcforgottenman has published another good one. See it here:
https://okcforgottenman.wordpress.com/2019/05/16/my-fav-liberal-redneck-tackles-alabamas-nutso-abortion-ban/
