Poncho Low

Grandpa called me Poncho
a nick name he had given,
"Everyone needs a nick name,"
he said, no other reason given.
Yes you're my little poncho
so grab your fishing pole,
lets go catch us dinner
from the pond just down below.
I followed right behind him
down the hill so grassy green,
to the little fishing lake
he built for grandma- his queen.
Grandpa called me Poncho Low
when ere I was in trouble
the worse thing I could do round him
was chew on ice he put into my water.
Grandpa called me Poncho
a name not heard for years,
It's really just a little sad
when you lose a name so dear.
Grandpa called me poncho
a nickname I won't forget,
so when my days are over
standing by the pearly gates,
I'm sure I'll hear my name,
"Poncho."
Then I'll hear him say,
"Grab your fishing pole
Let's go catch our dinner."

My Celtic Harp

The Magic Of The Harp My ears directed me to sweet music - among the trees
As I rounded bout the bend - my eyes beheld the beauty
She sat upon a rock - surrounded by tall blades of grass
The flowers all around her - the music sweeter than wine
The artistic work of wood and string held gently in her arms - she played
The notes flowed smoothly through the woods - while faeries danced
I came to realize it then - the magical notes from the Celtic harp
Sweet like honeysuckle - drawing all who heard into a spell
Joyful play and healing power known not - to just anyone.

My Mandolin

One of my passions in life is music. I love playing music especially with other musical people, and I love listening to it. Call it a midlife crisis or what ever, but I decided to try out a new instrument other then the guitar, the auto harp, tambourine, harmonica, and so on that I love playing. I invested in a Mandolin. The first song I learned just yesterday was Cripple Creek. It is so much fun and now I'm ready to learn more songs. I've learned the chords on it but playing the songs on this cool instrument is so much fun.

The Outhouse

Pondering on the "old days," my memory slips into the days when having a color TV meant you were coming up in the world. But most of all toilets were a blessing which not all people had. Yes, I suppose I'm getting older, not old mind you, but older since being able to recall those days is quite an ancient story. My mama had to do it all the time, thank God I didn't. I only used one when we went to the cabins with Grandpa and Grandma Low.
Awe yes, baring your butt in the freezing cold while the warmth streamed down, down, down, into the darkness of the deep hole. Then running on the tall grassy path from what ever may have been in the hole, while pulling your pants up, back to the cabin and hoping the bear who went over the mountain didn't catch up to you, was quite a trip.
I wasn't very old in those days, Id say around seven, but you will never be able to comprehend the celebration which took place, in secret, of how absolutely happy I was when Grandpa and Grandma finally built a cabin that had an indoor toilet. No more going out in the woods with that dreadful fear of the big bad wolf coming after me, or the bear I mentioned earlier. And no more looking down, down, down, into the stinky darkness of the dreaded hole that I was always afraid I might fall in.
Do kids these days really appreciate the invention of an indoor toilet - that if you fall in you won't go far? I'll clean that darned toilet any day rather then have to ever worry about using the outhouse again.
I'd tip my hat, if I had one, to the many people I know who had to use the outhouse on a regular basis.

My Wonderful Husband

My husband spoils me with things he builds. He just built this awesome puzzle table for me, and I love it. For the next couple blogs I am going to share my husbands talents which are all awesome things he has built for me. He built the headboard for Lindsey. We are all blessed by his talents.

Each Womans Dance is Unique and Beautiful

This copied off a little dark, however, I wanted to share this because it is one of my favorite drawings in charcoal that I've done. I found the photo of the ballerina on line and loved it so much I wanted to draw it, and I love how it turned out.
What do I think when I see this? Well, I am reminded how each dance is unique, and each one of us is unique as well, in our call to life. Just be the best in what you were born to be.

Preparing and More

So it seams that sometimes life gets so crazy when you just want to be lazy and silly and not take anything seriously. But somehow life throws you into this mode that you Have to behave and get serious to an extent - if that's possible for some of us. Preparing for librarians who are amazingly brilliant and here I am preparing a class to teach them poetry and all when I'm the most free spirited - break the rules type of person that it's seems precarious. But then I remember that laughing lifts you up, and I mean literally up highly. Just picture the scene in Mary Poppins when Mary Poppins and the children are at the tea party. They laugh and laugh until they are to the ceiling. So today I'm laughing and laughing and raising my energy for this awesome day tomorrow. Here's a sample of poetry:

Magical-syllables
arranging letters into words
energizing-powerful
thoughts blend into verse
imagery-forming
the writer the reader
communicating-arranging
that's what poetry is.

What is a poetry blurb? This is a poetry blurb:

I know of a place where children love to go
Where the portal of magical wonder flows.

Fluffy cloud sofas crowded with children content
reading and sharing their time is well spent.

Shelves along walls, blocks large and small
stacked with immeasurable stories for all.

Poetry, news, children's books and more
the magical formula your community will adore.

It's strikingly inviting during holidays there
join Santa, the Easter Bunny, and Scarecrow if you dare.

It is daring to pass through the magical portal -you see
where all that exists is perpetual enjoyment and glee.

This magical place is found in all towns, cities, and states
just wander to your local library that's all it takes.

The library is a spectacular marvelous place to be
so, get your bike, your car, or your feet, and visit your local library.

Round Mountain library gets the award in our hearts
for making time spent there memorable, with the joy it imparts.


So let me just tell you there's much more than this in my magical formula of library bliss.
It may be silly in some of the speech but a creative and magical brew is cooking and I can 't wait till tomorrow a big day indeed, endlessly happily a day never to forget.