I riffle through memories of days gone
Like a junkyard of photo boxes
When viewing the past again sees the dawn
Of course, my favorite time it surely must be
Living in my GMC van conversion
Just my big Chesapeake dog, Cody and me
Gave up the rent and then gave up the job
Pursued a life of the struggled artist
Wanted to do what makes my heart throb
See new mountains and see new skies
Every night a new front door
See the world through different eyes
Expand my wings with my artists hands
New teachers mold a seeking mind
Make new friends across the wander lands
Those happy days with my very best friend
From Alaska to the New Mexico dirt
Excited as we looked around each wide bend
My dog and I lived the miles for 3 years and awhile
Hiked winding trails and swam the lakes
Many memories we happily made with our style
written: 10-5-2019
Blustery winds blow outside
so cold.
Minus thirty-four wind chill
so cold.
Fingers freeze within seconds
so cold.
Trees covered in ice, shiver
so cold.
I can't wait for the Spring's warmth
so cold.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.3/2014
I am getting tired of being in this deep freeze. It's been nothing, but, cold here in the Maritimes. I went to Timmy's last nice and almost froze to death on the walk there and back home. I did, however, stay there for a couple of hours and post poetry to warm up. :O)
Oh, Mr. Cardinal
why do you tease me,
sitting, with your belly full
up there, in that tree?
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.21/2013
I have been waiting a long time, to get a picture of a male cardinal and I finally got one. I was hoping it was going to be a little better than what I got, but you can't move trees out of the way. LOL
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