frozen in time
is but a memory
those days are behind
my journey not over
so much more
all the avenues
so many doors
more time to delve
to far off places
where words tumble
like pebbles in a brook
where the sun meets with the clouds
and paintball the sky
and the moon greets the stars
and shine together
in the night
and I will take
what comes my way
for each and every day..
Roberta: February 27, 2014
We have guesstimated that Riley was born in February. My husband discovered her early in the month of March. She has brought us a tremendous amount of joy and free entertainment and after two years, she is definitely a very important member of our family.
There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
Dogs come when they are called; cats take a message and get back to you later.
Cats are smarter than dogs. You can’t get eight cats to pull a sled through the snow.
Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many ailments, but I never heard of one that suffered from insomnia.
Joseph Wood Kruch
No matter how much cats fight, there always seems to be plenty of kittens.
Yesterday, I came across this poem out and an Ideals book. It goes..
In winter, I remember still…
(As bundled youngsters trudge uphill
With sleds behind them, lagging there,
As snowflakes drift through the pathless air-
And when atop the hill they rest
Just wondering which snow-trail is best,)
I seem to see myself in them
As I relive old scenes again!
It seems that wintertime is fun-
But somehow only, to the very young!
for as the years creep up on me-
My rocking chair seems best, you see!
The snowball fights seemed quite the thing
For fingers cold, from winter’s sting.
And games were always fun, you know,
Like making “Angels,” in the snow.
A dish of snow “ice-cream” was good
Beside the stove-made warm with wood.
And icicles hanging from the eaves
And diamonds glistening from the trees
Were things of beauty, given free
To the like of you and me!
The curling smoke from the chimneys, tall,
Lent a sense of serenity over all.
Yes, wintertime is fun, no doubt,
To youngsters who can run about,
But give me warmth, and books galore-
And my rocking chair-why ask for more!
This morning I am trying to keep up with Rumpy Dog and maintain a sense of humor. If you need to laugh, you can check it out here. Winter is taking a toll on many and it is no laughing matter. At times like these we are looking for any sign of spring.. I am not a proper poet and I do know it but I hope you can find some sunshine or a chuckle, in these words..
battered and bruised
i’m no longer amused
while hearing the news
of what winter has done..
can we please see the sun?
i make this plea
between you and me
that i will surely faint
to a can of spray-paint
and i’ll color the snow
so that it will glow..