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What robins oft proclaim.
Spring is hinting through the cold And sun bit longer stays The smiles appear on passersby And robins trot sprightly pace. The neighbours jest in small talk heard Might this be all the year? But still we‘d miss the sparkling snows At twilight of the year? See our photography blog. Very helpful. It inspires. https://snapyorpix46.blogspot.com/
Holy means separated. In good ways.
You are a separated one But not coldly detached Or stubbornly refusing Contact with common Base or unclean. Rather you have been Purchased by a Great One And His shed blood And unfailing ethic. Desiring to follow, serve. Never to disappoint The Supreme Friend Rescuer, Guide Protector. Priest Of course, gladly His. Stunning people, changed. (Read Psalm 40)
Mother Needed This. I am sure.
Near Owen Sound cascading. Comes to me readily now Upon request of a passerby Making a young child dance Or flip me a thumbs-up. Mother slows for a restful moment Headed for the pharmacy For something to help another little girl Home in bed. Coughing. For two days of worry. She gives thanks for The happy interlude Remembers the tune As her Grandpa played it In a previous treasured life. And in another country. Drops some quarters Into my thank-you box. Takes the little one by hand. Looks back once more Smiling. (Sun breaks the clouds.)
Hoisted by spirits, or what?
They came by night The time of abducting spirits Or so some of the Cheyenne people thought. Hard to balance the things Of the spirit With police officers, social workers Well intentioned foster parents And van couriers who Kept their mouths shut Wallets fattened. Some lawyer at his desk Taking the final review Of adoption papers Never divulging The tears in the kidnapping. Just a couple of Injun pups Who will ever know, or care? (Suggested by a fascinating episode in streaming series Longmire.)
Bluegrass and Sorrows
Listen to the steel guitar wail it's woes. And George Clooney and friends do it up proud in a feature film.
Sharecropper’s Troubles
Over the top prison sentence for a stolen ham and a hungry family. Louisiana.
Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day
It's 1939 and governess Guinevere Pettigrew finds herself out of work and on the bread line. Middle-aged and running out of options, Miss Pettigrew takes an uncharacteristic gamble when, after being refused work at an employment agency,she steals the details of a juicy assignment and pursues the job herself. Miss Pettigrew goes to Hollywood Thanks to a tiny publishing house, novels our mothers – and grandmothers – loved have new fans. Now with a film version of one set to be this summer's hit romcom. What is the secret of Persephone's success? By Roya Nikkhah 04 May 2008 • 1:39am Nicola Beauman of Persephone Books with a copy of her best selling book "Miss Pettigrew Lives for the Day" Nicola Beauman dusts herself down, closes her eyes and shudders...
Grew up on a farm.
Just mention truck and dirt a dog, beer, River, Friday dance and John Deere. And you have real live Country ballad. Good Buddy. Oh yeah. Kitchener Country Radio 106.7 FM.
Evangelist in the heat of Africa. Large Territory.
The preacher Murray soon arrives. Peel potatoes. Kill a bird. Shows twice yearly Child. Now quickly. Brings along the Living Word. Papa swore he brought the Light Papa, gone these past two years. But you’ve handled change so bravely With some praying and some tears. Don’t you know the Preacher Travels hard through heat and untamed beasts That he might serve up in villages Some of Godly breads and meats. He will bless our humble sideboard. And consume with happiness Both our offering and our questions Then he hits the trail, i guess. Leaves behind some booklets handy Thirty-one days filled with Grace. Lord protect him in his wanderings Til again he’s face to face.
Syrian takes a smoke in his new country
Met him after sundown His smoke break Back of our building Cool and quiet One mourning dove Serenading from lamp post On the street. A Syrian, here eleven years Shy about his English usage Studying at an ESL group. Making progress but Not fast enough, he says. I commend him on his accomplishment. Up careens a current Model of Honda. Son inside and smiling. Basket of fruit for Dad. And cherry tomatoes. Out of the building burst Two daughters tall Slim and beautiful. Long dark hair, shining. Young twenties and laughing. Dad’s pride and joy. Fully assimilated and proud. Proud of Papa. He risked so much Left all behind. Watched the ensuing broadcast horrors From a thankful distance.
