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Chances birthday today. Happy birthday Chance!
As you can see, I finally figured out how to upload picture to this site. Maybe I’ll post more as I go along, if you all like them 🙂
Cold one out there the last few mornings. We’ve got about 8 to 10 inches of snow that has accumulated over the past week or so and today is the first day that the wind has blown any. Not real hard out there yet, but it’s going to be a doozy tomorrow, if the predictors are right. Gusts to 50mph! That ought to make a few snow drifts!
I was at a store the other day and I commented on all the wonderful snow we got. A guy who was there ( originally from the eastern part of the state where they get more moisture and it’s usually comes as rain) whined about there not being enough moisture in this snow. I told him that this is what we get and if he didn’t like it, he should go back east, where he came from! Man, I’m gettin’ cranky in my old age. LOL
Anyway, it set me to thinkin’ and I came up with a new poem. Still maybe a little rough around the edges, but I’ll post it here.
Whiners
Why is it that we always hear about
TV and movie stars who whine
they grumble about the paparazzi
the very people who make them shine
They cuss because folks are always intrudin’
wantin’ to know about their life
publishin’ stories and pictures of all their children
and which ones are cheatin’ on their wife
Them politicians, their just as bad
don’t want to answer, any of our questions
and they look so disgusted and dismayed at us
when we offer them any suggestions
Doctors complain when we hold them up
to a higher standard than most
they claim they ain’t really playin’ God
Tho’ bein’ smarter than us is their boast
Attorney’s seem to get plumb defensive
when we joke about one of their kind
But there’s a bit of truth in any humor
and an honest one seems hard to find
Yes, they’ve all sought out fame or fortune
yet they complain, when they’ve met their goal
spoiled brats, don’t want to take the good with the bad
like sinnin’ without hurtin’ your soul
I guess I shouldn’t let it bother me so much
I just get tired of a baby who pouts
like people who want to live and ranch around here
then complain about the winters and droughts
Robert Dennis 02/07
One gentleman who read this asked , “if we whine about whiners, are we whiners?” Yup. LOL
Stay warm!
I have been re-working my rock poem. I sent it off to a wonderful poet who tells me what she thinks. Here is the revised edition, with an additional verse.
Hope you like it.
rock on a hill
there’s a sandstone outcropping on a hill by a creek
fighting the slow erosion of natures careless whims
it has been a silent witness to the passing of ages
watching and listening to the prairies soft hymns
an indian once stood on this wind roughened rock
as he prayed to his god for his tribes way of life
with alien, guttural, beseeching tone
for his tribe, this land, children and wife
a trapper once lay in the shade of this slope
bellied down tight in the grass and the dirt
as he peered over the rock laying there in the soil
ignored the pain and the blood encrusted stain on his shirt
a soldier once climbed to the crest of this hill
reclined on the rock seeking rest for his bones
eavesdropped on his troops by the creek down below
as they wearily set up pickets and tents in hushed tones
a cowboy stepped down at the ridge of this crest
scanned all, from horizon, to the rock down below
watching for the cattle that were under his care
allowing his weary cow horse to stretch and to blow
a homesteader ascended to the top of this ridge
looking for his milk cow who had failed to return
silently cursing this god forsaken land
and the blistering hot sun that made his crops burn
on occasion a rancher will come to this rock
he rests and reflects on the land’s history
wonders if others may have come to this spot
feels tied to the thread of a grand mystery
Robert Dennis 2/07
thoughts? Comments? 🙂
