Sixty-two really only sixteen

Dog years are stupud I’m aging in dog years backwards Born 1958,March,10 Spend best years with nation gift elderly Never got to be seventeen Not going to live my sixties like sixties Only celebrating sixteen years 2020 today you age your way My agings up to me Do it or not My chooce Love asContinue reading “Sixty-two really only sixteen”

Smells like

Fall in the air Fall smells leafy and restful Spring buds pop Spring smells fresh in March first sounds Pitter patter droplets tumble Kissing gentle limbs recalling foliage April wildflowers in Iowa rise Golden slippers , Dutchman breeches New England asters,Lillies of the valley Some just lovely some lovely and Deadly Peonies,daisys, Iowa Irish farmerContinue reading “Smells like”

Once there was …

A dance called the Stroll Before my time A sweet Humbleish Shy Dance Once there was Once there was! Stroll went like this Two long lines Musical Grease showed it The ends of the lines Joined hands Prominaded down the alley Between the lined No high svhool dance for me Not due to shyness NoContinue reading “Once there was …”

Shape

Did you know PBS news 02/17/2020 6pm Very important for me Very interesting other word smiths Like clay spun and molded Writers are shaped by what is read Heard Is that not nearly magical? We writers learn from what Devoured heard or read As a writer Reader of books Stories for myself and others LikeContinue reading “Shape”