A Warm Sunday
They say even the orange groves freeze
when faced by this arctic breeze,
but up here in the north all is well.
I have called her my private hell,
this frigid land where I dwell.
Cold gets into every bone cell
and creates an Ice Age-like spell.
With today's 26 degrees, I feel swell.
I am thinking of budding trees
and the soft murmuring of bees.
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Autumn Walks
Sun sparkles on painted frost.
brittle dry grass cracks underfoot.
Tracks on the field we crossed,
are our only destructive output.
We walk together at dawn,
through quiet autumn fields.
Now that summer is gone,
a new love is slowly revealed.
Leaves crunch, a weed swishes
and seed pods cling to cuffs.
These are days of sun beam wishes,
dreams whispered on breath puffs.
Hand-in-hand we slowly stride,
our heartbeats are our guide.
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Brasstown Bald
The ghosts of the Cherokee peoples
Still call from Enotah,
Their tear flowers still coat
These ancient trails.
The highways snake up over and through
The Blue Ridges in this part of Georgia,
And the tourists curse the hills,
That climb Brasstown Bald.
They don’t stop to marvel
At her forest covered sides,
They just hurry on,
Looking for the other side.
The old ways are gone
And no one stops to listen
To the voices of nature
Whispering in the wind.
And the ghosts still call;
Enotah protects the spirits
Of the old ones
Who walk these ancient trails.
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A Heavenly Purr
Surrounded by silent green fields
the stone corridors still whisper
with echoes that the walls yield.
"Hallelujah," a soft heavenly purr.
The stone corridors still whisper
At the Monastery Sainte-Mere.
Tumbled rocks and thorns abound,
but God certainly is alive there.
With echoes that the walls yield,
watchful the faithful walk around.
Under errant knights’ shields,
They were cut down; worthless curs.
"Hallelujah," a soft heavenly purr,
faithful blood fell in these fields
As the monks and monsignor watched
Upon the teetering stone stair.
The stone corridors still whisper,
a wild rabbit leaps and bounds.
In a place broken and in despair,
Once again silence surrounds.
Surrounded by silent green fields,
the stone corridors still whisper
with echoes that the walls yield.
"Hallelujah," a soft heavenly purr.
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Cheltie, A Puppy
"Daddy can I have a pet?"
“Like a kitty or a puppy.”
“I can take care of it I bet!”
“It would be easy for me!”
My daughter, Emily had asked.
A dozen times I answered no.
Every reason better than the last.
No cats, no dogs, not even a crow.
"Dad, I want a pet of my own.”
“I will teach and care for it,”
Give it a squeaky bone.
and clean up after it a bit.”
"My apartment is too small.
We already have too much stuff.
There is hardly room at all.
Having a puppy would be tough.”
"Remember your hermit crab, "MJ?"
A damp sponge and pinch of food a day.
The easiest pet in the world they say;
Sunburn in Louisiana made him 'go away.'
“I want a puppy of my own.”
You said I could have a doggy,
And I am pretty much grown,
Too big for a fish or froggy.
"Puppies are pretty expensive,"
I felt like I was losing the battle,
Once again, I was too sensitive.
Every argument Emily would rattle.
"What if I found one?"
Who likes milk and Cheerios
And to roll around and run?
And sniff with his little nose?”
"People don't just find a puppy,
And we haven’t been to the store,”
Certainly logical it seemed to me,
But Emily’s smile seemed to soar!
“He is on the steps eating cereal."
“I think you might be fibbing!”
Pulling open the door; he was real.
Emily sure wasn’t kidding.
Sitting on the front steps, worn,
Eating cheerios from a mug,
Dirty fur, sad eyes, forlorn
Was some kind of little pug.
"Hun, he has to be someone's pet.
Where did you find a puppy?
He belongs to the neighbors, I bet.”
They let children and pets run free.
"I saw him up by the pond
when I was looking for a frog.”
"He isn’t a toad, but a hound!
“Great, now we have a dog!
"He looked pretty scared and hungry
and I thought if I were sad and all alone,
I would love someone who could be
A friend if I didn’t have a home."
How could I argue with that claim?
“Does he have a tag I wonder?
Cheltenham. That's a different name,
But there is a telephone number.”
“That is way over in England somewhere.
That’s where Maisie and her mom are."
"Ems, sweetie, this dog is not from there."
"He could have wandered that far!”
He doesn’t even have an accented bark."
"Dad!" Exasperation showed in her tone.
“Finding his home will be a walk in the park.
Please hand me my cell phone.”
"But dad... I bet they didn't want him,
or he ran away because they were mean.
Does your cell go all the way to England
What if he's Maisie's puppy, ‘Queen?’"
"This number is no longer in service.”
No problem. I can search on the ‘net
and it should tell me where their house is.
“I will find his family pretty quick I bet!”
“Your search did not match any document.
Make sure all words are spelled correctly.”
“We should make him warm and content,
then try to get him reunited with his family.”
"Hun don't pet him and play with him
too much or you won't want him to go."
I spent two days chasing leads, slim,
asking if anyone lost the little fellow.
Then I made a final firm decision,
Though it had already been made for me
Swapping the old collar under Emily’s supervision,
with a new one and a tag that said "Cheltie."
I bought him a bowl and sweater too.
Now boy puppy, a girl kitty and me,
sit and snuggle on the livingroom sofa, blue,
Waiting for Christmas with Emily.
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