“A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away. ” — George Eliot

Perceptions

noon hour dismal gray reminds me how I feel no special reason for feeling forlorn light snowflakes fall flail down the bare earthen land  mystifying broken bare branches strewn across the yard an irritated wind tweaked them off their limbs like a manicure a few days before glassy snow crystals gleemed at me I wanted…

Broken

wipe the tears trailing down my face black mascara a splotched disgrace he turned from me winner he embraced how will I ever show my face? to fail means ruin to fall stigmatizes to run discredits is there any reason to go on? find my worth in who I am not pretentious nor contentious full…

Winter Rages

One strives for words to qualify, the scene that plays before her eyes. For syllables to beautify, this tempest gusting ‘cross the skies. The tiny specks of white make blind, please don’t forget to wear your shades. The landscapes brightest than most kind, compares to how the sun parades. Cruel cold, its nip stings like…

“On Guard” by Drew Delaney Copywritten

You need eyes at the back of your head sometimes. It was to be the final splash. Mom said, “One more time.” “You shouldn’t be near the deep end. Go back.” The lifeguard turned away not assuming the four-year-old would leap then and there. Daddy hastened in time to save his little girl from drowning…

1946

Photo’s of myself when I was a youngster are far and between. This is one taken either coming home from Church or leaving for Church. July 14th, 1946 I was born. It happened to fall on my maternal grandmother’s birthday, therefore as I grew, we did celebrate our birthdays together whenever possible. It was only…

Picking Wildflowers

The Pink Lady Slippers They are not to be picked or dug out as they are becoming extinct. But let me tell you, this year they made a real come back. The ditches in our area were filled with them. I even saw yellow ones which seem to be even more rare. You should have…

It’s What I Do

    I cut grass weekly on my deep orange coloured riding lawnmower. My Kubota cost me a small fortune. But it delivers what I expect it to and more. You might as well know the truth. I clear land with it. In other words, living in the country affords me the pleasure to cut…