There we were, my Mother, the tree and me. She had many things to attend to that afternoon. That's why she was taking the bus into the downtown area, and I was not going with her. I felt deep in my heart that she was yearning for a solo trip to Kresge's five and ten cent store. She would be on that red soda fountain stool sitting primly with her slice of strawberry pie topped with a glob of whipped cream. She was every bit of twenty-eight years ...
Updated 06-26-2011 at 02:16 AM by RheaB
Spring brings to mind this older poem of mine: Mornin' on the Farm A Childs View Calico cat, and a barn yard hen Sitting on a fence a wanting day to begin Big Red Rooster giving all he’s got Calling the time afore the day gets hot Farmer Donald with shoes in his hand Pacing the porch checking his land Pretty house sparrow perched high in ...
Updated 04-17-2011 at 11:29 PM by RheaB
I'm sitting here by myself writing in the solemn darkness of night. This seems like it would be such a draining lonely thing to do, and such a gloomy lonely place to be. However, I find that it (night writing) is a comforting place to be and a soul satisfying thing to do. My fingers and my keyboard have a tight relationship, so I hang around and wait to see where they may take me. My bed and sleep can wait, for who knows where I may venture before dawn. ...
Updated 03-06-2011 at 06:34 PM by RheaB
RUNNING THROUGH THE TALL GRASS Just a note to start, I am going away for about two weeks, first to Billy Grahams conference Center in NC and then to my granddaughter's Twirling (!) Nationals contest also in NC. So I thought I might make a couple or more postings before I go, it seems like my fingers have taken on a life of their own and go crazy all over the keyboards since I have found this wonderful web site, CWO. They will be experiencing withdrawal until I get home again. I will ...
Updated 07-15-2010 at 12:04 AM by RheaB
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