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Popcorn

Popcorn actually was born in a cornfield!

One early morning in the state of Kansas his mother and father had not expected his arrival for almost another month.

He arrived screaming to the top of his lungs and his Pa laughingly said "he looks just like a little piece of popcorn all shriveled and round" so thus Popcorn was his nickname for the rest of his life.

Peter Brown was the name on his birth certificate but Popcorn became his name to everyone he encountered. Peter was a happy and carefree child and a friend to everyone he met along the way. He always got along well with the other children because of his “special” talent. That talent was taking care of wounded animals.

Anytime a friend found a rabbit, bird or small wild animal hurt they would bring it to Popcorn to heal. Peter had this special talent of calming the animal down by making soft grunts, clicking his tongue or making coo sounds.

Then finally caressing the poor animal on it's back and head until the critter calmed down enough for him to examine.

Usually it was some simple thing like a burr in a paw, a thorn in an ear or a wing turned the wrong way. Peter talked gently to the animal as he removed or fixed the problem then he would set them free.

The critter would scurry away then often stop and look back as if to say thank you. Popcorn and his friends always beamed when this happened.

His parents knew their son was a specially gifted child and hoped that someday he would grow up to be a veterinarian. When he was in high school he excelled in 4H and learned everything he could to help his animal friends.

High school is where he met Carla Paul who also was very fond of animals and they tended the menagerie of animals together all through school. They both received scholarships and both went on to veterinarian school but in different states. Popcorn became a veterinarian but he never heard from Carla again. She had lived with her Aunt Carla as a child because both her parents had died in an auto accident when she was young. Aunt Carla left Assaria when Carla left for veterinarian school and no one had heard of them since. It was a mystery to Popcorn also because they had been good friends.

The years passed and Dr. Popcorn, as the towns people called him, was the town celebrity. Everyone loved him and nothing was ever spoken badly against him.

Peter never married but many of the single ladies surly would have liked to become his wife. They even made up excuses for him to see their animals that were not even ill just try to get him to stay for dinner but he would always say, "Sorry can't stay because Ma has dinner on the table waiting for me to come home." This went on for a while and they eventually quit asking him.

The years went on and he lost his Ma and then soon his Pa. He was not lonely in that big old farmhouse because he had his pets and his beloved travel books to keep him company. All his life he wanted to travel to far away places and observe exotic animals. He loved elephants the most.

One day he decided to take that trip because he had worked all his life and saved his money but the problem was getting a replacement veterinarian that would care about the animals like the way he cared. He was talking to one of his colleagues about this and he said he would be on the lookout and ask around.

Life went on everyday as usual but about two weeks later

Thomas called up and said,

"You won't believe it I found the man for you and he is so excited about coming to Assaria, Kansas and he's a top vet in New York City but doesn't care what you pay him to work here. His name is Dr. Peter Paul."

Popcorn met with Dr. Paul and found out the reason he wanted to live in Assaria. It seems that Peter's long time high school friend, Carla, never married but she adopted and named her son after Popcorn because he had been her school chum and she had admired him so much.

Popcorn was amazed and asked about his mother Carla. Where was she? What was she doing?

He asked question after question and young Peter could not stop laughing. Finally Popcorn started laughing too and Peter asked him to get in to his car and he would take Popcorn to his mother. She was about twenty miles away at a circus. When Popcorn and Paula met you could not get a feather between them because the hugs were so tight.

It seems that Carla went on to be a veterinarian also but she chose to take care of the animals in a traveling circus. The story ends happily because young Peter took over the business and Popcorn and Paula got married and now the circus had two veterinarians. Popcorn never wanted to travel again because he had all the exotic animals he could take care of and of course he had Carla.

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Popcorn


Popcorn actually was born in a cornfield!

One early morning in the state of Kansas his mother and father had not expected his arrival for almost another month.

He arrived screaming to the top of his lungs and his Pa laughingly said "he looks just like a little piece of popcorn all shriveled and round" so thus Popcorn was his nickname for the rest of his life.

Peter Brown was the name on his birth certificate but Popcorn became his name to everyone he encountered. Peter was a happy and carefree child and a friend to everyone he met along the way. He always got along well with the other children because of his “special” talent. That talent was taking care of wounded animals.

Anytime a friend found a rabbit, bird or small wild animal hurt they would bring it to Popcorn to heal. Peter had this special talent of calming the animal down by making soft grunts, clicking his tongue or making coo sounds.

Then finally caressing the poor animal on it's back and head until the critter calmed down enough for him to examine.

Usually it was some simple thing like a burr in a paw, a thorn in an ear or a wing turned the wrong way. Peter talked gently to the animal as he removed or fixed the problem then he would set them free.

The critter would scurry away then often stop and look back as if to say thank you. Popcorn and his friends always beamed when this happened.

His parents knew their son was a specially gifted child and hoped that someday he would grow up to be a veterinarian. When he was in high school he excelled in 4H and learned everything he could to help his animal friends.

High school is where he met Carla Paul who also was very fond of animals and they tended the menagerie of animals together all through school. They both received scholarships and both went on to veterinarian school but in different states. Popcorn became a veterinarian but he never heard from Carla again. She had lived with her Aunt Carla as a child because both her parents had died in an auto accident when she was young. Aunt Carla left Assaria when Carla left for veterinarian school and no one had heard of them since. It was a mystery to Popcorn also because they had been good friends.

The years passed and Dr. Popcorn, as the towns people called him, was the town celebrity. Everyone loved him and nothing was ever spoken badly against him.
Peter never married but many of the single ladies surly would have liked to become his wife. They even made up excuses for him to see their animals that were not even ill just try to get him to stay for dinner but he would always say, "Sorry can't stay because Ma has dinner on the table waiting for me to come home." This went on for a while and they eventually quit asking him.

The years went on and he lost his Ma and then soon his Pa. He was not lonely in that big old farmhouse because he had his pets and his beloved travel books to keep him company. All his life he wanted to travel to far away places and observe exotic animals. He loved elephants the most.

One day he decided to take that trip because he had worked all his life and saved his money but the problem was getting a replacement veterinarian that would care about the animals like the way he cared. He was talking to one of his colleagues about this and he said he would be on the lookout and ask around.

Life went on everyday as usual but about two weeks later

Thomas called up and said,

"You won't believe it I found the man for you and he is so excited about coming to Assaria, Kansas and he's a top vet in New York City but doesn't care what you pay him to work here. His name is Dr. Peter Paul."

Popcorn met with Dr. Paul and found out the reason he wanted to live in Assaria. It seems that Peter's long time high school friend, Carla, never married but she adopted and named her son after Popcorn because he had been her school chum and she had admired him so much.

Popcorn was amazed and asked about his mother Carla. Where was she? What was she doing?
He asked question after question and young Peter could not stop laughing. Finally Popcorn started laughing too and Peter asked him to get in to his car and he would take Popcorn to his mother. She was about twenty miles away at a circus. When Popcorn and Paula met you could not get a feather between them because the hugs were so tight.

It seems that Carla went on to be a veterinarian also but she chose to take care of the animals in a traveling circus. The story ends happily because young Peter took over the business and Popcorn and Paula got married and now the circus had two veterinarians. Popcorn never wanted to travel again because he had all the exotic animals he could take care of and of course he had Carla.

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Arising to Upper World

Clear your mind

Hold my hand

Off we arise

To the Upper World

Our journey 

Will be rapid

As we ascend

As birds in the sky

Clear your mind

Hold my hand

Off we arise

To the Upper World

Our missions

Each one our own

Alike birds that fly

We smoothly ascend

Clear your mind

Hold my hand

Off we arise

To the Upper World

Leaving friends

Making new

Information we learn

Contributing we give

Clear your mind

Hold my hand

Off we arise

To the Upper World

Beauty is there

Shape Color Form

Repulsive also

Hate Vile Death 

Clear your mind

Hold my hand

Off we arise

To the Upper World

A difference 

Will be made

With loving hands 

And loving hearts

Clear your mind

Hold my hand

Off we arise

To the Upper World

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Arising to Upper World


Clear your mind
Hold my hand
Off we arise
To the Upper World

Our journey 
Will be rapid
As we ascend
As birds in the sky

Clear your mind
Hold my hand
Off we arise
To the Upper World

Our missions
Each one our own
Alike birds that fly
We smoothly ascend

Clear your mind
Hold my hand
Off we arise
To the Upper World

Leaving friends
Making new
Information we learn
Contributing we give

Clear your mind
Hold my hand
Off we arise
To the Upper World

Beauty is there
Shape Color Form
Repulsive also
Hate Vile Death 

Clear your mind
Hold my hand
Off we arise
To the Upper World

A difference 
Will be made
With loving hands 
And loving hearts

Clear your mind
Hold my hand
Off we arise
To the Upper World

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POKEY

Pokey little bird

hopping all over the ground

looking for bugs and crumbs

and hopping all around

hop hop over to the family with little children

they drop their bread and vegetables

you stay at a distance so they will not catch you

but hop hop close enough to get a crumb

hop hop over by the flowers in the fields

there might be some more bugs

or if you should get ever so lucky

there will be a fat juicy worm

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POKEY



Pokey little bird
hopping all over the ground
looking for bugs and crumbs
and hopping all around

hop hop over to the family with little children
they drop their bread and vegetables
you stay at a distance so they will not catch you
but hop hop close enough to get a crumb

hop hop over by the flowers in the fields
there might be some more bugs
or if you should get ever so lucky
there will be a fat juicy worm

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My Little Heart Was Shattered

My little heart was shattered in 1951 when I "lost" my little sister. That was the day she was taken to the Children's Hospital in Columbus,Ohio. I was told she went there to get better. I never saw her again...ever.

My brother-in-law drove Ma who was holding my little sister Millie Jo, my big sister, my little niece and myself to Columbus. My niece, Linda and I had to wait in the car with my brother-in-law. I protested heavily but was told Linda and I could not go inside because we might make the children in the hospital become sick. Of course, because I knew neither Linda nor I were sick and this was just a lot of bull but decided not to say anything.

Linda was six years younger than myself so we sat in the back seat quietly playing but my mind was not on the checker game as I knew something was wrong.

The time went slowly for me but I read my watch and after a half hour I asked why they were not coming out with Millie Jo. Robert said to hush because it took time to evaluate her condition.

Evaluate her condition !

What in the hell was there to evaluate I thought to myself. I knew for sure there was something wrong. I continued to play checkers with Linda but she also sensed something was wrong because she kept beating me and that did not happen very often. I had no heart to play the game and was not even paying attention to what I was doing. Another half hour passed and I started asking more and more questions.

Now Robert, was a very kind and patient man but I knew he was getting tired of my questions. Again he said to be patient and tried to cheer me up by saying funny jokes. It didn't work on me. I started squirming around and then I went into a full blown crying tantrum. I even got poor Linda crying and her dad finally raised his voice a little sterner and told me to quiet down and they would all be out to the car soon.

I quieted down somewhat and thought and thought why was this happening. There was definitely something wrong and I was not being told. I was very upset inside and cried some more.

My little sister was only three years younger than I but had never developed as a normal acting child. Millie Jo was her name and she never spoke to me vocally. We never got to run and play outside or share secrets and have little arguments or make up like most sisters.

She still wore diapers and had to be fed like an infant. She was unable to sit up straight without the aid of pillows propped behind her in the crib or highchair. She was unable to walk but once I got her to stand in the doorway next to me while she was holding onto the door jam. I yelled at Ma to come look at Millie Jo standing but when Ma came she swiftly lifted her into the crib and told me to never do that again. I did not understand this action but I obeyed. When I would get off the school bus and run into the house I would ask if I could climb into the crib and play dollies with her I was always allowed. I did not like dolls as I preferred teddy bears but big sister had given us both a rubber doll with molded hair for Christmas so that was what we played with in her crib. I once tried to show her how to play catch with a small rubber ball but she was unable to catch so I just rolled it to her. She could not roll it back but her sweet brown eyes did light up when I rolled the ball to her.

When Ma and big sis returned to the car they did not have Millie Jo with them. I screamed why and the answer was that she would be staying there until she got better. I sobbed almost all the way home but soon fell asleep in the back seat from sheer exhaustion. I continually asked about my little sister but the answers were always the same. Soon over the months and then into years I stopped asking about her. I knew she was not going to come back, Ma never told me a straight answer anyway. Soon my parents got a divorce. My father and I were both devastated over this bombshell that was dropped on our family. I never in my life ever heard a grown man cry but he did and that hurt me so much. Over the years I spent time at my aunts house during school months and summer at my Ma's apartment. I rarely saw my dad. I was told by my aunt that he had given up on life.

The years passed and I married, moved to California, and we had three children of our own. Often our three girls and I would take trips back to Ohio in the summer and stay at Ma's house. Ma had remarried a wonderful man who had been a school teacher. Our three girls loved him so much. He was a delightful man that spoiled my Ma rotten giving her anything she wanted. Once I was in the basement of their house looking through her basement food shelves. Ma was a terrible housekeeper so I was cleaning and organizing the basement for her. Her husband was a large man and never went down into the basement as the stairs were very dangerous and steep. I found bulging and leaking cans of spoiled foods and carried them up the steps stomping my feet and complaining about how they were going to get sick if they dared eat any of the contents in those nasty cans. Ma came running to me to be quiet about them so he would not know. She had me take the spoiled foods to where the garbage cans were kept in the alley behind the garage. I did carry all those boxes still griping how could anyone live like this with these nasty messes.

After 2 days I got the food area mess cleaned up and started going through the dressers in the basement. I found a disintegrated rubber doll and a letter from the children's hospital about Millie Jo. I was furious and opened the letter and read that she was still alive. I marched up the stairs as fast as I could complaining why didn't you tell me about Millie Jo. Ma hushed me up quickly and directed me outside. She said she had never told her husband and I protested why not. He was a very good and reasonable man and should know. Ma had no valid answer to give me. We did not talk about the letter again. I let it pass for about ten years and somehow had the feeling that my little sister was now dead. About another five years later I was in Tucson Arizona sitting in an ice cream parlor with my cousin who was seventeen years older than myself. I said to her I wished that Millie Jo was not dead and that I could have known her. My cousin said my sister was not dead and lived in Ohio. I was awestruck but did not call my Ma because I would get nowhere with her. Instead I called my aunt and she confirmed the fact that Millie Jo was alive but had never changed except for her height. My Aunt said the next time I came to Ohio we would go see Millie Jo. Different events happened and I never went back to Ohio to see my aunt.

Later on Ma came to live with me and I asked her about my little sister and she just said she was so sorry she never told me. I let the conversation stay at that and a year later Ma died peacefully in her sleep. My whole family all seemed to be dying off because most of my first cousins were teenagers or married when I was born so I pretty much grew up with second cousins who were in my generation. One day my Aunt who was in her late nineties called me saying Millie Jo had passed away. I was then an adult but I still cried my eyes out wondering why...why...why was she taken from me...

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My Little Heart Was Shattered


My little heart was shattered in 1951 when I "lost" my little sister. That was the day she was taken to the Children's Hospital in Columbus,Ohio. I was told she went there to get better. I never saw her again...ever.

My brother-in-law drove Ma who was holding my little sister Millie Jo, my big sister, my little niece and myself to Columbus. My niece, Linda and I had to wait in the car with my brother-in-law. I protested heavily but was told Linda and I could not go inside because we might make the children in the hospital become sick. Of course, because I knew neither Linda nor I were sick and this was just a lot of bull but decided not to say anything.
Linda was six years younger than myself so we sat in the back seat quietly playing but my mind was not on the checker game as I knew something was wrong.
The time went slowly for me but I read my watch and after a half hour I asked why they were not coming out with Millie Jo. Robert said to hush because it took time to evaluate her condition.
Evaluate her condition !
What in the hell was there to evaluate I thought to myself. I knew for sure there was something wrong. I continued to play checkers with Linda but she also sensed something was wrong because she kept beating me and that did not happen very often. I had no heart to play the game and was not even paying attention to what I was doing. Another half hour passed and I started asking more and more questions.
Now Robert, was a very kind and patient man but I knew he was getting tired of my questions. Again he said to be patient and tried to cheer me up by saying funny jokes. It didn't work on me. I started squirming around and then I went into a full blown crying tantrum. I even got poor Linda crying and her dad finally raised his voice a little sterner and told me to quiet down and they would all be out to the car soon.
I quieted down somewhat and thought and thought why was this happening. There was definitely something wrong and I was not being told. I was very upset inside and cried some more.

My little sister was only three years younger than I but had never developed as a normal acting child. Millie Jo was her name and she never spoke to me vocally. We never got to run and play outside or share secrets and have little arguments or make up like most sisters.
She still wore diapers and had to be fed like an infant. She was unable to sit up straight without the aid of pillows propped behind her in the crib or highchair. She was unable to walk but once I got her to stand in the doorway next to me while she was holding onto the door jam. I yelled at Ma to come look at Millie Jo standing but when Ma came she swiftly lifted her into the crib and told me to never do that again. I did not understand this action but I obeyed. When I would get off the school bus and run into the house I would ask if I could climb into the crib and play dollies with her I was always allowed. I did not like dolls as I preferred teddy bears but big sister had given us both a rubber doll with molded hair for Christmas so that was what we played with in her crib. I once tried to show her how to play catch with a small rubber ball but she was unable to catch so I just rolled it to her. She could not roll it back but her sweet brown eyes did light up when I rolled the ball to her.

When Ma and big sis returned to the car they did not have Millie Jo with them. I screamed why and the answer was that she would be staying there until she got better. I sobbed almost all the way home but soon fell asleep in the back seat from sheer exhaustion. I continually asked about my little sister but the answers were always the same. Soon over the months and then into years I stopped asking about her. I knew she was not going to come back, Ma never told me a straight answer anyway. Soon my parents got a divorce. My father and I were both devastated over this bombshell that was dropped on our family. I never in my life ever heard a grown man cry but he did and that hurt me so much. Over the years I spent time at my aunts house during school months and summer at my Ma's apartment. I rarely saw my dad. I was told by my aunt that he had given up on life.

The years passed and I married, moved to California, and we had three children of our own. Often our three girls and I would take trips back to Ohio in the summer and stay at Ma's house. Ma had remarried a wonderful man who had been a school teacher. Our three girls loved him so much. He was a delightful man that spoiled my Ma rotten giving her anything she wanted. Once I was in the basement of their house looking through her basement food shelves. Ma was a terrible housekeeper so I was cleaning and organizing the basement for her. Her husband was a large man and never went down into the basement as the stairs were very dangerous and steep. I found bulging and leaking cans of spoiled foods and carried them up the steps stomping my feet and complaining about how they were going to get sick if they dared eat any of the contents in those nasty cans. Ma came running to me to be quiet about them so he would not know. She had me take the spoiled foods to where the garbage cans were kept in the alley behind the garage. I did carry all those boxes still griping how could anyone live like this with these nasty messes.
After 2 days I got the food area mess cleaned up and started going through the dressers in the basement. I found a disintegrated rubber doll and a letter from the children's hospital about Millie Jo. I was furious and opened the letter and read that she was still alive. I marched up the stairs as fast as I could complaining why didn't you tell me about Millie Jo. Ma hushed me up quickly and directed me outside. She said she had never told her husband and I protested why not. He was a very good and reasonable man and should know. Ma had no valid answer to give me. We did not talk about the letter again. I let it pass for about ten years and somehow had the feeling that my little sister was now dead. About another five years later I was in Tucson Arizona sitting in an ice cream parlor with my cousin who was seventeen years older than myself. I said to her I wished that Millie Jo was not dead and that I could have known her. My cousin said my sister was not dead and lived in Ohio. I was awestruck but did not call my Ma because I would get nowhere with her. Instead I called my aunt and she confirmed the fact that Millie Jo was alive but had never changed except for her height. My Aunt said the next time I came to Ohio we would go see Millie Jo. Different events happened and I never went back to Ohio to see my aunt.
Later on Ma came to live with me and I asked her about my little sister and she just said she was so sorry she never told me. I let the conversation stay at that and a year later Ma died peacefully in her sleep. My whole family all seemed to be dying off because most of my first cousins were teenagers or married when I was born so I pretty much grew up with second cousins who were in my generation. One day my Aunt who was in her late nineties called me saying Millie Jo had passed away. I was then an adult but I still cried my eyes out wondering why...why...why was she taken from me...

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Summer of 55

(as seen through the eyes a 13 year old girl)

Eula and Henry needed to visit folks in North Carolina.

Their boys had never been out of Texas or anywhere.

It was time to meet the grandparents and the cousins.

"We'll need a sitter for the boys lets get Maria."

Maria was happy to be able to leave Texas quickly.

Only thirteen and getting notices by the boys and men.

Maria observed her sister Elana already married and with child.

She felt that sixteen was too young to be married.

Maria wanted to travel the world and see the sights.

Traveling by auto Maria shared the back with the boys.

Pulling into orchards or truck stops they slept until morning.

They changed clothes and washed up in gas stations.

Eula brought food so all they bought was their drinks.

Everyone got along and Eula was happy to have Maria.

Maria liked the little boys and was happy to leave Texas.

North Carolina was lush and green with beautiful high hills.

Tiny water plants you could eat were in the streams.

The cool mountain air was so crisp and invigoratingly clean.

She felt the people there were very polite and kind.

The men and boys were gentlemen and left her alone.

All the ladies and girls welcomed her to their homes.

Hanna and she quickly became friends running on the mountain.

They obtained cardboard and slid down the hills every day.

Running along the creeks and hunting for watercress was fun.

All the different words she learned were new to her.

Poke meant sack or bag and pop was a soda!

She was kidded lots but it was all in fun.

Oh,my goodness the churches there were something to behold.

She had never been in a Southern Baptist Church ever.

Loud preaching and gospel music made you pay great attention.

One day Eula told Maria we will be leaving soon.

I must go to Tennessee to see my other relatives.

They are very poor but I love them so much.

The relatives in Tennessee were as old as the hills.

Their poor dirt floor homes were clean and well kept.

They offered biscuits and jelly with coffee for a hospitality.

On the trip back to Texas Maria had a plan.

She would study hard in school and learn a profession.

Not quite sure what but it would involve traveling.

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Summer of 55

(as seen through the eyes a 13 year old girl)

Eula and Henry needed to visit folks in North Carolina.
Their boys had never been out of Texas or anywhere.
It was time to meet the grandparents and the cousins.

"We'll need a sitter for the boys lets get Maria."
Maria was happy to be able to leave Texas quickly.
Only thirteen and getting notices by the boys and men.

Maria observed her sister Elana already married and with child.
She felt that sixteen was too young to be married.
Maria wanted to travel the world and see the sights.

Traveling by auto Maria shared the back with the boys.
Pulling into orchards or truck stops they slept until morning.
They changed clothes and washed up in gas stations.

Eula brought food so all they bought was their drinks.
Everyone got along and Eula was happy to have Maria.
Maria liked the little boys and was happy to leave Texas.

North Carolina was lush and green with beautiful high hills.
Tiny water plants you could eat were in the streams.
The cool mountain air was so crisp and invigoratingly clean.

She felt the people there were very polite and kind.
The men and boys were gentlemen and left her alone.
All the ladies and girls welcomed her to their homes.

Hanna and she quickly became friends running on the mountain.
They obtained cardboard and slid down the hills every day.
Running along the creeks and hunting for watercress was fun.

All the different words she learned were new to her.
Poke meant sack or bag and pop was a soda!
She was kidded lots but it was all in fun.

Oh,my goodness the churches there were something to behold.
She had never been in a Southern Baptist Church ever.
Loud preaching and gospel music made you pay great attention.

One day Eula told Maria we will be leaving soon.
I must go to Tennessee to see my other relatives.
They are very poor but I love them so much.

The relatives in Tennessee were as old as the hills.
Their poor dirt floor homes were clean and well kept.
They offered biscuits and jelly with coffee for a hospitality.

On the trip back to Texas Maria had a plan.
She would study hard in school and learn a profession.
Not quite sure what but it would involve traveling.

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Maltese said to: Scare the "dickens" out of us!

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Maltese said to: Scare the "dickens" out of us!

Leaves falling in the Pecan Grove and harvest time will be upon us soon. The limb pruners will be working meticulously so the heavy equipment machines do not break a precious branch. Next years harvest depend on those trees for new Pecans. All year long the groves are shaped and cared for by everyone involved. The rows are kept free of debris. Watering spaced for all the trees to absorb. Pruning every four years alternately so each tree gets the right amount of light and new baby trees grow alongside their elders. At harvest time the rows are manicured so that nothing is there on the grounds except for leaves. The squirrels are hiding in safer places because they know they will be crushed if they get into the Groves at harvest.

Loud noises come, the earth is shaking and the tree shaking machines start the work of gathering the pecans. The pecans fall to the ground as the machines shake each tree. The last machine follows behind whooshing up with vacuum force pecans and leaves alike. Then the last truck hauls the last of the pecans to the processing plant where they are treated with tender care.

The grove is quiet, with only an occasional leaf falling into the clearing air. The workers have left and the foreman checks the grounds then goes home for lunch.

Bobby and Billy Squirrel look at each other to see if the coast is clear. They want to grab as many broken pecans they can to take home to their families.

CRUNCH!

CRUNCH!

CRUNCH!

There are humans entering the grove. All sorts of sizes and shapes. Some with heavy feet stomping on the precious broken pecans that Bobby and Billy Squirrel wanted to gather. These humans are noisy and complaining Bobby whispered to Billy. Yea just listen to them tramp all over our nice peaceful Grove. They sure do make a lot of mouth noises too!

“How in the world did that crazy woman ever find our real names?”

“I want to know how she found our addresses!”

“Who does she think she is dragging us all the way out here in the hot desert JUST for a Halloween party?”

“The invitation was to come to the Pecan Grove after harvest and follow the path of yellow and orange balloons to the party.”

“She paid all our ways round trip and said there would be food and lodging and she is a little squirt so will not harm us because we are gathered together as a group.”

“Every time we pass the balloons the ones behind up disappear, people do you not find that strange?”

“Stop complaining we're all here together and will have a great time, relax for once in your life.'

“ I wore my nice red velvet jacket because I really think this is some kind of reality show that our Social Media group, Scribblers Writing Circle set up to see how we all fare together.”

“Did you bring your notes you had for upcoming stories?”

“Yes and I'm wondering if she will steal them.”

“She does not steal. Be quiet and lets keep going on. This path seems to be tilting down a bit.”

“Yes and it is getting darker. Do you think we should just turn around and go back?”

“We can't go back because the balloons have dissipated and I only see the Pecan Groves behind me.”

“This is starting to creep me out. None of us really know this woman. Perhaps she is a killer of writers and plans to steal our notes then tosses us off a cliff!”

“Look there is a little cafe with twinkling lights and inviting tables. Lets sit and have a drink.”

“Funny I'm not even tired walking all these steps down hill.”

“I see a red telephone booth so we can call out if we need to since we have no phones with us.”

“Yea I thought that was odd that we could not bring a phone or camera.”

“Stop complaining. We are here to have a good time. All your negative speculation is starting to bother me. We all were invited to a fun night and I for one am going to have F U N.”

A tiny little lady wearing a very very tall chef hat with red curly hair is at the counter. She has the biggest sea green eyes one has ever seen.

“Ladies. Gentlemen. Ask me what you would like for a drink and one small snack and I will have it ready for your pleasure.”

Tea, coffee, juice , two chocolate milkshakes, water and one very dry Gin Martini were quickly set upon the counter along with Pecan pie, chocolate cake, grapes,crackers and a small wedge of real Stilton Cheese.

The group enjoyed their treats immensely because the treats reminded them of their childhood. One very dry Gin Martini you think! Yes one of the group used to join their parents at Toddy Time and beg for a Martini sip. They did get one mini drop of gin on a spoon with a martini glass filled with Lime juice at Toddy Time to feel grown up. Later in life they enjoyed a Martini once in a while.

Down the path came a bouncy little lady dressed in a black skirt, neon green blouse wearing a red fedora. She was wearing four inch clogs and neon striped red and pink knee high stockings.

A swarm of bats flew over her head and she was yelling “Bats begone go to your cave now!”

“Damn Bats have to know everything that's going on. They will not hurt you.”

“WELCOME MY FRIENDS. So happy you all came to the party.

I am Julia and I will be your hostess. There is plenty of food and drink. You will have the sleeping quarters of your choice and when you choose to leave ( whenever you wish) you will have a safe journey home. Now let the party begin. Follow me to the big barn house.

When they reached the entrance door there was a big black cauldron inside the entrance where everyone deposited their notes. Once inside they saw long inviting tables filled with all sorts of favorite dishes. Each person saw a place set for them with a name card next to the water glass.

There was truly a banquet of everyone’s favorites. Each participant anticipated what the main course would be and each person received what they loved best. How did this funny little lady know what we liked? How did she know what they wished and dreamed for a meal. This was a bit eerie but everyone was safe and happy. Those that smoked or had a pipe were led outdoors to the smoking tree.

The accommodations suited everyone and all had a restful and peaceful sleep.

Next morning at breaking fast Julia announced that Halloween was on it's way and that she was giving them all a treat and they would find it in the box next to there table setting.

“Do remember your writings and notes you placed into the cauldron. Those were your treats you brought. I mixed them up, along with mine, and now they are your tricks. Go write with a happy heart with someone else s brain a nice story. Walk into their mind and create a story you yourself would have never in a million years wanted to write.”

Happy Halloween My friends

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Maltese said to: Scare the "dickens" out of us!

Leaves falling in the Pecan Grove and harvest time will be upon us soon. The limb pruners will be working meticulously so the heavy equipment machines do not break a precious branch. Next years harvest depend on those trees for new Pecans. All year long the groves are shaped and cared for by everyone involved. The rows are kept free of debris. Watering spaced for all the trees to absorb. Pruning every four years alternately so each tree gets the right amount of light and new baby trees grow alongside their elders. At harvest time the rows are manicured so that nothing is there on the grounds except for leaves. The squirrels are hiding in safer places because they know they will be crushed if they get into the Groves at harvest.

Loud noises come, the earth is shaking and the tree shaking machines start the work of gathering the pecans. The pecans fall to the ground as the machines shake each tree. The last machine follows behind whooshing up with vacuum force pecans and leaves alike. Then the last truck hauls the last of the pecans to the processing plant where they are treated with tender care.

The grove is quiet, with only an occasional leaf falling into the clearing air. The workers have left and the foreman checks the grounds then goes home for lunch.

Bobby and Billy Squirrel look at each other to see if the coast is clear. They want to grab as many broken pecans they can to take home to their families.

CRUNCH!

CRUNCH!

CRUNCH!

There are humans entering the grove. All sorts of sizes and shapes. Some with heavy feet stomping on the precious broken pecans that Bobby and Billy Squirrel wanted to gather. These humans are noisy and complaining Bobby whispered to Billy. Yea just listen to them tramp all over our nice peaceful Grove. They sure do make a lot of mouth noises too!

“How in the world did that crazy woman ever find our real names?”

“I want to know how she found our addresses!”

“Who does she think she is dragging us all the way out here in the hot desert JUST for a Halloween party?”

“The invitation was to come to the Pecan Grove after harvest and follow the path of yellow and orange balloons to the party.”

“She paid all our ways round trip and said there would be food and lodging and she is a little squirt so will not harm us because we are gathered together as a group.”

“Every time we pass the balloons the ones behind up disappear, people do you not find that strange?”

“Stop complaining we're all here together and will have a great time, relax for once in your life.'

“ I wore my nice red velvet jacket because I really think this is some kind of reality show that our Social Media group, Scribblers Writing Circle set up to see how we all fare together.”

“Did you bring your notes you had for upcoming stories?”

“Yes and I'm wondering if she will steal them.”

“She does not steal. Be quiet and lets keep going on. This path seems to be tilting down a bit.”

“Yes and it is getting darker. Do you think we should just turn around and go back?”

“We can't go back because the balloons have dissipated and I only see the Pecan Groves behind me.”

“This is starting to creep me out. None of us really know this woman. Perhaps she is a killer of writers and plans to steal our notes then tosses us off a cliff!”

“Look there is a little cafe with twinkling lights and inviting tables. Lets sit and have a drink.”

“Funny I'm not even tired walking all these steps down hill.”

“I see a red telephone booth so we can call out if we need to since we have no phones with us.”

“Yea I thought that was odd that we could not bring a phone or camera.”

“Stop complaining. We are here to have a good time. All your negative speculation is starting to bother me. We all were invited to a fun night and I for one am going to have F U N.”

A tiny little lady wearing a very very tall chef hat with red curly hair is at the counter. She has the biggest sea green eyes one has ever seen.

“Ladies. Gentlemen. Ask me what you would like for a drink and one small snack and I will have it ready for your pleasure.”

Tea, coffee, juice , two chocolate milkshakes, water and one very dry Gin Martini were quickly set upon the counter along with Pecan pie, chocolate cake, grapes,crackers and a small wedge of real Stilton Cheese.

The group enjoyed their treats immensely because the treats reminded them of their childhood. One very dry Gin Martini you think! Yes one of the group used to join their parents at Toddy Time and beg for a Martini sip. They did get one mini drop of gin on a spoon with a martini glass filled with Lime juice at Toddy Time to feel grown up. Later in life they enjoyed a Martini once in a while.

Down the path came a bouncy little lady dressed in a black skirt, neon green blouse wearing a red fedora. She was wearing four inch clogs and neon striped red and pink knee high stockings.

A swarm of bats flew over her head and she was yelling “Bats begone go to your cave now!”

“Damn Bats have to know everything that's going on. They will not hurt you.”

“WELCOME MY FRIENDS. So happy you all came to the party.

I am Julia and I will be your hostess. There is plenty of food and drink. You will have the sleeping quarters of your choice and when you choose to leave ( whenever you wish) you will have a safe journey home. Now let the party begin. Follow me to the big barn house.

When they reached the entrance door there was a big black cauldron inside the entrance where everyone deposited their notes. Once inside they saw long inviting tables filled with all sorts of favorite dishes. Each person saw a place set for them with a name card next to the water glass.

There was truly a banquet of everyone’s favorites. Each participant anticipated what the main course would be and each person received what they loved best. How did this funny little lady know what we liked? How did she know what they wished and dreamed for a meal. This was a bit eerie but everyone was safe and happy. Those that smoked or had a pipe were led outdoors to the smoking tree.

The accommodations suited everyone and all had a restful and peaceful sleep.

Next morning at breaking fast Julia announced that Halloween was on it's way and that she was giving them all a treat and they would find it in the box next to there table setting.

“Do remember your writings and notes you placed into the cauldron. Those were your treats you brought. I mixed them up, along with mine, and now they are your tricks. Go write with a happy heart with someone else s brain a nice story. Walk into their mind and create a story you yourself would have never in a million years wanted to write.”

Happy Halloween My friends

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Tornado off the Lake

I remember vividly an event happening early morning in July of 1949. We lived a little over a half mile from Lake Erie in Ohio. Our road was called Big Ditch Road because there was a big ditch that came off the lake and ran along one side of the road. We lived along the ditch side of the road and lake water often flowed over its bank into our yard which was sunk down from the bank coming off the road. My Dad, wearing his waders, once placed me into an old wash tub and "boated" me out to the large orange school bus... I was not allowed to go in the ditch alone but I must confess I did at times while hunting for asparagus. My Ma always knew when I had been in the ditch hunting for asparagus. Once I asked her how she knew. She told me that when all the tender tops were snapped off she knew I had been there foraging for my lunch.

It was just a few days before my seventh birthday. This was a memory I have never forgotten to this day. The cool morning air was pleasant feeling to my skin as I play in a sand pile making little roads and hills for my toy cars and trucks to drive over while lining these roadways with small rocks. I was using my empty small Ohio Blue Tip matchboxes that I had saved for my “funerals" I always made for deceased bugs I buried under a peach tree. The boxes became great make-believe homes along these roads. Twigs from spent flowers were the trees and bushes that decorated the yards while tiny figurine dogs and cats, given to me by one of my Ma's friends, added a playful touch to the scene. Further back from the road was my beloved barn where I placed a large Ohio Blue Tip matchbox with larger twigs and actual flowers and greenery because to me they were the big trees. I placed the greenery alongside the silos I created by filling Campbell’s Tomato soup cans with wet sand and scoring square marks on the sides to make the silos look real. Actually I wanted the silos to be cobalt blue china but could not think of a way to turn the sand blue. I would have gone inside and pilfered my brothers airplane paints again but I surely did not wish to get the pussy willow switches across my legs.

I was playing in the sand pile when suddenly the gentle wind seemed to stop. Everything got so still and quiet. A shadow crossed the ground around me. I looked up to see the sky was no longer blue with bright fluffy clouds. Now the color was an ugly yellow, almost like sulfur with large patches of odd-looking gray. …It was eerie but I stood there just amazed at the color. The wind picked up but I still stood there mesmerized at those odd colors. My long curly blonde hair was tossing all over my face and the cute pale green dress with tiny pink rosebuds my Ma had made me from a cotton flower sack was billowing up and down showing my sandy covered undies. Of course I was shoeless which my normal thing in the summer was. The wind seemed to come up from nowhere stronger and stronger I looked up seeing the sky darken. I felt the wind shove me and I fell to the ground. My hair ribbon was starting to come untied so I stood up and was trying to tie it when I heard a loud scream, “Julia Anna you come in this house immediately.” Of course I was too busy with that darn hair ribbon I knew she'd be upset at me for losing so I ignored all her calls to come inside.

Soon Ma came running outside carrying my little sister in her arms. Millie Jo, my sister was 4 years of age but soon she would be taken away from me forever to live in the children's home in Columbus, Ohio but I did not know about that place until many years later. Ma looked so stern but comical too. She had on her work clothes with nylons and high heels but there also was a large white apron with tomato stains all down the front. I knew she had been canning tomatoes so she must have spilled some of the juice while preparing the cans. I looked at her as she screamed to come inside but my mind was on that darn ribbon. Finally she bodily picked me up, which was a rare thing for her to do, carrying me into the kitchen. I said the ribbon flew away. She tells me to forget the damn ribbon and to go inside to her and Dads bedroom closet and wait for her. I did as I was told and waited. Soon she came in the closet with sister and 3 quilts. She wrapped one around me and the other two around sis and herself. The door was shut and we stood still. For once in my young life I obeyed Ma. There was a horrific roar over that old farmhouse sounding to my ears as a freight train went roaring over the roof. The shingles were flying off the roof and we heard bricks being tossed into the bedroom windows. We were safe in the closet and sister was wailing as Ma, who was trembling, tried to quiet her. I just stood up straight as my little frame could and kept still with no questions. I stood alone but next to them feeling as I were a brave little soldier.

Soon the wind died down and Ma and sis ventured out the closet door. I peeked out and saw broken glass but stayed put like she told me to do because when she called me Julia Anna I knew I'd better be good or get the pussy willow switch sans the catkins. She put sis in her crib and came and got me but carried me out the bedroom closet as I had no shoes on and she did not want me to be cut from the glass. Auntie called Ma to see how we were saying only the pony barn roof was blown off at their place a half mile away. Their home was made of brick and was much sturdier than our stick built house. Dad came home from work and they cleaned up the mess while I was allowed to climb into sister’s crib and play dollies with her. I never knew what the reason was that she could not grow up a normal little girl. She was quite beautiful with no features to her body looking like there was anything wrong with her. All of her limbs were intact but she could not sit up or walk. Her vocal cords worked but she had no speech patterns or even a sentence. She did laugh and giggle when I play with her but she did not recognize her name when spoken too. It was a mystery hidden from me my entire life. I gently played with her letting her have my favorite teddy bear calming her as best I could but of course she was an angel then as she is now.

Finally the house was clean and we sat down to a plate of vegetable soup and cornbread. Dad gave me a big cup of coffee with lots of top cream and brown sugar for being a brave little squirrel. He went outside and got the ladder out to climb to the roof to examine the damage. I climbed right behind him and went up on the roof. He was showing me how to replace the shingles when we heard Ma screaming at him for letting me climb up on the roof. He looked at me with his laughing hazel eyes and gently said I had better climb down. When I reached the bottom rail there was Ma saying " Julia Anna sometimes I don't know what I'm gonna do with you.".... I smiled but thought it best to keep quiet...at least .for a while.

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Tornado off the Lake

I remember vividly an event happening early morning in July of 1949. We lived a little over a half mile from Lake Erie in Ohio. Our road was called Big Ditch Road because there was a big ditch that came off the lake and ran along one side of the road. We lived along the ditch side of the road and lake water often flowed over its bank into our yard which was sunk down from the bank coming off the road. My Dad, wearing his waders, once placed me into an old wash tub and "boated" me out to the large orange school bus... I was not allowed to go in the ditch alone but I must confess I did at times while hunting for asparagus. My Ma always knew when I had been in the ditch hunting for asparagus. Once I asked her how she knew. She told me that when all the tender tops were snapped off she knew I had been there foraging for my lunch.
It was just a few days before my seventh birthday. This was a memory I have never forgotten to this day. The cool morning air was pleasant feeling to my skin as I play in a sand pile making little roads and hills for my toy cars and trucks to drive over while lining these roadways with small rocks. I was using my empty small Ohio Blue Tip matchboxes that I had saved for my “funerals" I always made for deceased bugs I buried under a peach tree. The boxes became great make-believe homes along these roads. Twigs from spent flowers were the trees and bushes that decorated the yards while tiny figurine dogs and cats, given to me by one of my Ma's friends, added a playful touch to the scene. Further back from the road was my beloved barn where I placed a large Ohio Blue Tip matchbox with larger twigs and actual flowers and greenery because to me they were the big trees. I placed the greenery alongside the silos I created by filling Campbell’s Tomato soup cans with wet sand and scoring square marks on the sides to make the silos look real. Actually I wanted the silos to be cobalt blue china but could not think of a way to turn the sand blue. I would have gone inside and pilfered my brothers airplane paints again but I surely did not wish to get the pussy willow switches across my legs.
I was playing in the sand pile when suddenly the gentle wind seemed to stop. Everything got so still and quiet. A shadow crossed the ground around me. I looked up to see the sky was no longer blue with bright fluffy clouds. Now the color was an ugly yellow, almost like sulfur with large patches of odd-looking gray. …It was eerie but I stood there just amazed at the color. The wind picked up but I still stood there mesmerized at those odd colors. My long curly blonde hair was tossing all over my face and the cute pale green dress with tiny pink rosebuds my Ma had made me from a cotton flower sack was billowing up and down showing my sandy covered undies. Of course I was shoeless which my normal thing in the summer was. The wind seemed to come up from nowhere stronger and stronger I looked up seeing the sky darken. I felt the wind shove me and I fell to the ground. My hair ribbon was starting to come untied so I stood up and was trying to tie it when I heard a loud scream, “Julia Anna you come in this house immediately.” Of course I was too busy with that darn hair ribbon I knew she'd be upset at me for losing so I ignored all her calls to come inside.
Soon Ma came running outside carrying my little sister in her arms. Millie Jo, my sister was 4 years of age but soon she would be taken away from me forever to live in the children's home in Columbus, Ohio but I did not know about that place until many years later. Ma looked so stern but comical too. She had on her work clothes with nylons and high heels but there also was a large white apron with tomato stains all down the front. I knew she had been canning tomatoes so she must have spilled some of the juice while preparing the cans. I looked at her as she screamed to come inside but my mind was on that darn ribbon. Finally she bodily picked me up, which was a rare thing for her to do, carrying me into the kitchen. I said the ribbon flew away. She tells me to forget the damn ribbon and to go inside to her and Dads bedroom closet and wait for her. I did as I was told and waited. Soon she came in the closet with sister and 3 quilts. She wrapped one around me and the other two around sis and herself. The door was shut and we stood still. For once in my young life I obeyed Ma. There was a horrific roar over that old farmhouse sounding to my ears as a freight train went roaring over the roof. The shingles were flying off the roof and we heard bricks being tossed into the bedroom windows. We were safe in the closet and sister was wailing as Ma, who was trembling, tried to quiet her. I just stood up straight as my little frame could and kept still with no questions. I stood alone but next to them feeling as I were a brave little soldier.
Soon the wind died down and Ma and sis ventured out the closet door. I peeked out and saw broken glass but stayed put like she told me to do because when she called me Julia Anna I knew I'd better be good or get the pussy willow switch sans the catkins. She put sis in her crib and came and got me but carried me out the bedroom closet as I had no shoes on and she did not want me to be cut from the glass. Auntie called Ma to see how we were saying only the pony barn roof was blown off at their place a half mile away. Their home was made of brick and was much sturdier than our stick built house. Dad came home from work and they cleaned up the mess while I was allowed to climb into sister’s crib and play dollies with her. I never knew what the reason was that she could not grow up a normal little girl. She was quite beautiful with no features to her body looking like there was anything wrong with her. All of her limbs were intact but she could not sit up or walk. Her vocal cords worked but she had no speech patterns or even a sentence. She did laugh and giggle when I play with her but she did not recognize her name when spoken too. It was a mystery hidden from me my entire life. I gently played with her letting her have my favorite teddy bear calming her as best I could but of course she was an angel then as she is now.
Finally the house was clean and we sat down to a plate of vegetable soup and cornbread. Dad gave me a big cup of coffee with lots of top cream and brown sugar for being a brave little squirrel. He went outside and got the ladder out to climb to the roof to examine the damage. I climbed right behind him and went up on the roof. He was showing me how to replace the shingles when we heard Ma screaming at him for letting me climb up on the roof. He looked at me with his laughing hazel eyes and gently said I had better climb down. When I reached the bottom rail there was Ma saying " Julia Anna sometimes I don't know what I'm gonna do with you.".... I smiled but thought it best to keep quiet...at least .for a while.
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We Are Us

Just because you are over 50 some think you old

I rather feel it's the beginning of a new trail

Always feeling life is beautiful and live each day

Outliving our spouses was not happy

But we survived for a while on our own

Always feeling life is beautiful and live each day

All your life you are the night owl sleeping little

Reading, doing chores planning the next day

Always feeling life is beautiful and live each day

Yes, music will always be a big part of our lives

Looking at all nature around is quite fulfilling

Always feeling life is beautiful and live each day

You are a woman or a man being loved by one

Not glued to each others side for love alone

Always feeling life is beautiful and live each day

Only in our hearts, each one is a friend

The beliefs shared together is combined destiny

Always feeling life is beautiful and live each day

It is said opposites attract by meeting in the middle

Never say never ~we heartily agree ~ never say never

Always feeling life is beautiful and live each day

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We Are Us


Just because you are over 50 some think you old
I rather feel it's the beginning of a new trail
Always feeling life is beautiful and live each day

Outliving our spouses was not happy
But we survived for a while on our own
Always feeling life is beautiful and live each day

All your life you are the night owl sleeping little
Reading, doing chores planning the next day
Always feeling life is beautiful and live each day

Yes, music will always be a big part of our lives
Looking at all nature around is quite fulfilling
Always feeling life is beautiful and live each day

You are a woman or a man being loved by one
Not glued to each others side for love alone
Always feeling life is beautiful and live each day

Only in our hearts, each one is a friend
The beliefs shared together is combined destiny
Always feeling life is beautiful and live each day

It is said opposites attract by meeting in the middle
Never say never ~we heartily agree ~ never say never
Always feeling life is beautiful and live each day

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Taunting to rule

the fear still lingers in the background

tauntingly reminding you what was there

with the mental and physical scars

...fear still taunting to rule

the slightest memory of an event

will open the forgotten memory banks

stiffening your nerves opening your senses

...fear still taunting to rule

the hairs on the back of the neck are wound up

and you pull and twist at your hair

the thoughts and memory of it still mars

...fear still taunting to rule

trying to forget is good for a difficult dent

and is working because you give thanks to friends

who help mending your fences

...fear still taunting to rule

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Taunting to rule
the fear still lingers in the background

tauntingly reminding you what was there

with the mental and physical scars

...fear still taunting to rule

the slightest memory of an event

will open the forgotten memory banks

stiffening your nerves opening your senses

...fear still taunting to rule

the hairs on the back of the neck are wound up

and you pull and twist at your hair

the thoughts and memory of it still mars

...fear still taunting to rule

trying to forget is good for a difficult dent

and is working because you give thanks to friends

who help mending your fences

...fear still taunting to rule

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A yellow Leaf

yes it is falling so very free

twisting and twirling all around

away from the sky so blue

using all its mighty power

finally unhinged from the tree

falling to the ground

to decompose and turn

a new and spring into a dear flower

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A yellow Leaf
yes it is falling so very free

twisting and twirling all around

away from the sky so blue

using all its mighty power

finally unhinged from the tree

falling to the ground

to decompose and turn

a new and spring into a dear flower

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