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My uncle's farm lay nestled in the central Wisconsin hills
A beautiful location sure to cure this city boy's ills
So imagine my delight when invited to stay a week
During summer vacation, this was certain to be unique!
As we approached the house appeared a lumbering St Bernard
Whose regal name was "Caesar" skilled in protecting the front yard
If Caesar didn't know you he'd send you running for your life
His master's safe word left me slathered in drool, sticky and white.
Near the back door the gray feral cat "Bluebell" kept me in awe
As I reached out to pet her she became a Langolier buzzsaw!
Shaken but not stirred, I entered the house without further fuss
In the kitchen barking like a dog was their pet pig named "Gus."
Gus was running around the kitchen chasing after beagle "Snoopy"
Snoopy (primary herd dog), Gus (Snoopy's primary groupie)
When Snoopy springs into action they just leave him on his own
They know Snoopy will not return until all of the cows come home.
The yummy supper was comprised of the finest, freshest food
Sitting there quite satisfied and not wanting to appear rude
Said "I need to use the bathroom, is there one on either floor?"
First came silence, then laughter, "You'll find it outside the back door!"
It was night, pitch-black dark, there was psycho Bluebell's ghastly howl
Plus hosts of other nocturnal beasties surely on the prowl
Turning on the flashlight I made a beeline for the latrine
The visual and odors did not make an inviting scene.
Just like other things in life, subsequent "breaks" were not as bad
The fun on the farm the rest of the week left me very glad
I received hands-on experience in churning fresh butter
I milked cows twice daily by manipulating their udders
I rode the wide hay wagon pulled by the bright green farm tractor
I dropped hay bales, my allergies were the limiting factor,
Ending up with severe hay fever after only two days
The city boy jokes I had to endure left me in a daze!
Fifty years later I fondly reminisce about that week
My week on the farm, of which I now hardly find time to speak
There's joy in working a farm seeing the beauty of the land,
And the satisfaction that comes from working with one's own hands!
Peter Pan is off to Never-Never-land again
He has found his elusive shadow, it is on him.
Wendy is coming along with brothers Michael and John
They are traveling across the sky, Tinkerbell’s light is on
Nana their St. Bernard is horrified as they leave the nursery.
She is unfortunately tied up in the yard, as they fly past joyfully.
“You can fly, you can fly, you can fly, you can fly!” Song of warning….
“There it is, Wendy, second star to the right straight on til morning.”
Tinkerbell is Peter ‘s protective faerie companion of course.
She is as subtle as an amberjack lying across a goat-like horse
She would give up her life for Peter Pan, she revers him absolutely.
She tricks the Indians into shooting Wendy bird, jealous of her beauty.
Neverland is wonderful at first, with all kinds of unique levels of joy.
Captain Hook and his pirate crew, “a free tattoo for every boy”
Yo ho! Yo Ho! You Ho! Dancing and singing for everyone!
Join up with Captain Hook and his crew for barrels of fun!
Peter saves Darling children and orphaned Lost Boys in the best way,
The infamous crocodile with the tick tocking clock chases Cook away.
Peter heads back to Never-Never-land leaving us with a feeling
He will be back and often, possibly as a shadow on our ceiling.
I Am A Rose
Planted in the early spring placed gently in the earth.
At one time just a single seed until I'm given birth.
Peering out a tiny crack I think I see the sun.
Glancing quickly all around I am the only one.
Getting bigger day by day once pounded by the rain.
I feel I have grown stronger from my temporary pain.
Dancing softly in the wind looking through my Roses eyes.
Bumble bees come visit me along with butterflies.
I know sometimes a flowers life can seem to be so hard.
When somewhere living close to me there lives a St Bernard.
I asked my friend the butterfly to bring the dog to me.
Then I plotted and I planned with my friend the bumble bee.
Jumping playfully in the air he chased the butterfly.
Never ever on this earth has there been a Rose so sly.
As soon as he was close enough he felt the sting of bees.
Me? I had my part to do so I pricked him where he pees.
Rose means love and friendship.
She never smiles, laughs or plays anymore.
She has been so sad since the passing of her dog Zore.
We thought hard and long about what we could do.
She was a pretty girl, and our niece, sweet too.
Without asking their permission I asked my sister?
She laughed because she called this guy stuck up mister.
Let’s just do it she urged me. What can he do?
After his baby gets a look at these handsome two?
So, we purchased two St. Bernard puppies that day.
They were so fluffy and fat that box sure did sway.
Her daddy started to lose it without much grace.
But her mother said “We are keeping them. LOOK AT HER FACE!”
God is Good
Destined for Greatness
I Love You
Financially Debt Free
Yes I Can
What Student Loan?
Blessed, Grateful, Thankful
Inspired by You
Chrysler, Home, Tesla
Five Star Mom
I am Forgiven
Black is Beautiful
No Weapon Formed
Write the Vision
One Prayer Away
Walk by Faith
Never Give Up
Eat the Oatmeal
Sleep in Peace
Journey for Jesus
Change your Mindset
Women Stop Complaining
Colette – Dright
Love One Another
Blessed Beyond Measure
Who am I?
Grace and Mercy
Thank You God
Weather the Storm
Don’t Drive Drunk
Children of God
Just say No
Life after Death
Strength, Structure, Stability
Don’t Look Back
You are Amazing
St. Bernard Project
Run your Race
Capricorn the Goat
The Chosen One
In Jesus Name
Guard your Mind
I Been Approved
Don’t make Assumptions
Mind your Business
We are Conquerors
Jesus is Love
Believe in You
Pray for Me
Learn to Forgive
NOLA for Life
New Orleans, Louisiana
7 Ward Hardhead
Been ‘bout It
Praise the Lord
I am Me
Visualization, Manifestation, Determination
I once volunteered to babysit a dog; really, how hard could that be?
She looked at me with pitiful eyes, “Would you please watch my little puppy?”
“Sure”, I said, “I’d love to do it. Just bring him over tonight.”
“A little puppy”, is what she said, but that description didn’t fit him just right.
Only eight months old a puppy might be, that concept isn’t too hard,
But “little” isn’t an accurate word when describing a St. Bernard.
I didn’t slobber-proof myself or my things, didn’t know I had to do it,
My rain coat on and plastic coverings, was the only way I could get through it.
What he didn’t chew or eat right through he slobbered from bottom to top;
I chased him around with a leap and a bound; tracing every step with my new mop.
When she returned at the end of the week my apartment was quite the mess;
“Thank you so much, how can I repay you?” “Please, next time just loose my address!”
When all around was cold and white,
The kindly monk set out that night;
His dogs were trusty, he was strong,
Prepared to search the whole night long.
He covered miles of icy ground
And wouldn’t stop until he found
The orphans stranded in the snow -
His dogs would know which way to go.
The blizzard blinding, muffling noise,
The friar prayed he’d find the boys.
His dogs discovered huddled forms:
The brothers frozen in the storms.
Alas, the monk arrived too late,
And wept about the children’s fate.
For Isaiah’s Let It Snow contest, inspired by the picture of a monk and his St Bernard dogs
If you have not read my earlier ones, please check out the first in the series and see if you like the story. It will help this make more sense.
Ricky slowly sauntered up the stairs, as you know most little boys don't like going to bed. When Ricky got to his room I noticed the Bunk Bed against the wall and a dresser on an adjacent wall. Why I knew what these things were is beyond me, perhaps it is a part of hearing Ricky's mind. Ricky walked over to the window and placed me on the sill. This was great because it was a clear night and I could see the twinkling stars in the black velvet sky. The street itself was dark except for a few lights in other windows and an occasional car driving by.
I turned my attention to the room, Ricky's brother Roy climbed a ladder to the top bunk and Ricky got into the lower bunk. I could tell Ricky was scared about what was under the bed. I have to admit I felt much safer being over here on the window sill. If it had not been for the giant stuffed St. Bernard that he took to bed with him, who knows what those monsters might have done to him. His companion's name was Bully and I could tell they had been friends a long time. As Ricky was begining to sleep I felt this falling sensation and he jerked awake. I can't express how that scared me, I thought I was falling and that would not be good, after all I am made of glass. Thankfully a few minutes later Ricky was fast asleep and I drifted along with him. It had been a very good day. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....
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