Tag: small town and country living
member name: Carol Cassell
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August 29, 2006 12:56 PM EDT --
I'm usually not malicious, but this really happened and I turned it into a joke. In the country we have no lesh laws, but I keep my own dog on one for his own safety.
What happens when . . .
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August 22, 2006 10:55 PM EDT --
In class today we got to play with playdough. Child Development Pschology to be exact. Apply what type of animal you think you are to the clay and build it.
First off, mine . . .
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August 26, 2006 09:26 PM EDT --
The green parched grass
of August, is turning yellow
The ceiling came down
so long ago,
When the pouring rains
would not end last spring.
The roofer . . .
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September 02, 2006 02:48 PM EDT --
The geese fly formation style
Over the house where I lay my head.
I wonder how they know to do this
Every autumn since the beginning
of time?
The steady forces of nature
are constant . . .
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September 28, 2006 04:05 PM EDT --
Swaying breezes
Melting heavenly with
eventy-six degreessssses
What a perfect day!
The wind whispers
of ancient man who once
breathed our air.
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September 30, 2006 02:11 PM EDT --
This picture of "The Headless Guy" in my living room was added to images but no one seems to get it. Well, here's . . .
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September 30, 2006 08:22 PM EDT --
Apple pies smells weaken
Young men's souls
And spoil ole men for life.
Tall thin trees
Reaching up to the clouds;
Never a finer light,
Than warming amber sunlight
Behind the . . .
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August 17, 2006 11:33 PM EDT --
The curtains, fading and dusty
hang crooked.
No curtain rods were ever purchased.
So I hung the curtains end to end with
tacks.
How do you like that?
Now graying with seasons of wear, the curtains
look . . .
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August 14, 2006 05:57 PM EDT --
The TideRunner,
The boat I
dreamt I had,
dodged like
a skilled scroll saw
designing a path
through waves.
A storm came,
The TideRunner
disappears behind
the waves in the
setting sun.
Carol Cassell . . .
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August 22, 2006 01:04 PM EDT --
Getting lost on a country road.
The winding roads greenery!
Sights so afresh and new.
An Amish
woman's wash
stands all pictureque
... blowing frentically in the wind.
Diapers, held . . .
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August 23, 2006 10:35 PM EDT --
The geese fly formation style
Over the house where in bed
I lay my head.
I wonder how they know to do this?
Every autumn since the beginning
of time.
The steady forces of nature
constant . . .
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August 25, 2006 12:12 AM EDT --
Fireflies lights are dimming,
while ashes fly from the grill.
Conversation lowering to a quiet hum.
It looks like its time to say good night.
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September 13, 2006 12:00 PM EDT --
As I sit here inhaling my morning coffee, unable to move my left hand on the keyboard, while yellow cat's head is resting on it positioned at ASDFG, I want to mention a bizarre story read earlier . . .
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September 21, 2006 01:04 AM EDT --
When I was young I was given a choice. "Where do you want to do your chores, inside the house or out?" Since I always opted for anything that would get me "out . . .
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August 12, 2006 05:58 PM EDT --
To all the good things that ever happened in Autumn...
A cool breeze makes
the air crisp.
I'm breathless for my lover,
Autumn.
Senses quicken and
Beginnings begin from
lost plans of summer. . . .
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August 15, 2006 01:39 PM EDT --
Little things mean so much.
Like a grandson's romp through
trampled grass
on the way to the park.
My two-foot wonder
stops to catch a
falling leaf,
choosing rather to feel . . .
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August 15, 2006 02:29 PM EDT --
The commuter train is late.
The old woman in red
is not rushing to get anywhere,
unlike those with suits
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August 15, 2006 09:12 PM EDT --
The ocean in inky
darkness
splays a wave and
then another,
rolling
in as hills
at midnight.
Touching gently
cold wet sand.
Moonlight cresting
on golden glitter,
aglow as though a
light is lit.
Look, . . .
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August 25, 2006 08:57 AM EDT --
Alone is better
than to be robbed
every hour of the day,
crushed by ungrateful
people.
In solitude of a
quiet place,
the spirit looks
up and soars.
Much to do, where
does one begin?
Sorting out the
painful . . .
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September 17, 2006 09:00 AM EDT --
Barking dogs on a Sunday morning
Lawn mowers before nine
Sirens, bells and whistles
Noisy People and negative vibes
Please spare me the temptation
To complain, Dear Lord,
On this beautiful . . .
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