I’ve had this blog for three months and six days! Yes!! I’ve also made 50ish posts (I think more including this one) I’ve had over 590 views, 131 visitors, in ten different countries including the USA, which had 520 views. My most popular post (besides the home/archives) is Old Fashioned, and 39 links to other sites clicked off my site. Last but not least: 121 people where lead here because of links on other sites (not counting google search) So have fun reading and celebrating 3 months 6 days with me!
“…. and you have not agreed yet.”
“I was hoping you’d let me get away without agreeing.”
“Ha! I’d never let you do that!”
Imagine that your one of these people- person A or person B. What are they thinking? Who are they? How do they know each other? What is person A trying to get person B to do? Tell me what you think in the comments section, or make a separate post and link back to this post! Don’t forget to do it, I’m looking foreward to your response… so comment!
They are birds
They are miracles,
Straight from God,
Little critters I love,
They are birds
Eating at our feeder,
They drop a seed there,
They are birds
Happy Memorial Day! Here’s to all those veterans!
Memorial Day always makes me think. So… here’s a poem.
What would it be like,
To be a veteran on Memorial Day?
Would it make me sad,
Would I remember all my friends,
Who are gone
What would I think
Would I be happy that I survived-
Or wish I hadn’t.
Does Memorial Day make them happy,
Or does it make them cry?
I may never know,
What you think.
But I thank you,
For helping this country,
Stay as it should be
So, one last time,
May I say,
I also published this story on Writer to Writer.
It flows around me,
The sound so sweet
That song inspires me,
Makes me feel like I could…
It spirals and twirls,
Twists and turns,
Making a joyful noise
But the best of them,
They sound sweet, yes,
They are meledious, yes
Praise the Lord
Make a joyful noise,
Shout out loud
Play a melody,
Praise the Lord Almighty
The room smells like apples and freshly baked bread. The seat looks soft, the table big. Voices chatter and laugh, snatches of conversation can be heard from the street.
“Don’t forget to turn the…. food is just lovely …. meal is wonderful.” The fire glows and flickers, guests enter the inviting door and shake the snow off their boots. Everyone knows everyone, and a stranger is welcome. So, I step inside.
“Oh ho, who are you? Here, brush the snow off your boots and come on inside. Have a seat. Please let me take your cloak. Do you want a seat by the side, or a seat by the fire?”
“Seat by the side. I’ll keep my cloak.” I slip into the empty bench and accept the mug of cider.
“It’s sure to storm, perhaps you’d want a room?” The innkeeper leans over, peering into my hood. “How about a warm bowl of stew?” I sigh and lean back, mustn’t let them see my face.
“Stew would be nice. A room too.” I set the coins on the table and the innkeeper gasps.
“Where did you get these? ‘Tis foreign gold- gold of the North.” He peers a bit more suspiciously at my hood and I pull it further over my head.
“I sold something to a Northerner. Besides, I live on the border.” It’s not the entire truth, but he won’t mind. The Southern Kingdom isn’t very receptive of the Northern Kingdom- I was foolish to hope that this inn could be different. The innkeeper sets the bowl of stew on my table and I hurry to eat it all, then I must observe the room. Everyone else in the room are pretty much farmers, two who might be adventurers, but none of the Western Kingdom guards I’m afraid of. However, they could burst in. Hopefully they won’t bother with this inn. The innkeeper collects my mug and bowl, and a bard starts a song.
“In the round-bout mountains of the town, The children sing a song. A song so sweet, that echos off the hills.” He pauses and some of the women join in.
“Echos off the hills, off the hills.” Their song is interrupted as a group of stone-faced men burst through the door. One’s cloak shifts and I stiffen. The Western’s symbol.
“Hail, we come from the Western Kingdom. We are the king’s guard. Please lower your hoods everyone, we are searching for Northerners- one in particular. She is called Icolita.” The innkeeper glances around at us and back at the guards.
“I am sure we can do whatever you want. Do you want us to line up?” The head guard curtly nods and we scramble to get in a line, my heart beating hard.
“Lower you’re hoods as we pass, no need to do it all at once.” The guards walk slowly down the line of people, quickly passing over most. Northerners are easy to spot, with ice-white hair and pale skin.
“You. Lower your hood.” The head guard stands in front of me.
“Sir? I’m sorry, that’s not possible.” I’m sure he can hear my heart beating, but he just reaches out and yanks my hood. My hands fly up, but to late, my hood is down. Ice-white hair spills down my back, and gray eyes widen.
“Icolita! The princess is found!” Ignoring the gasps of fear behind me, I throw up my hand and coat the floor with ice, then jump into the rafters. The rooftops are my friends, and I quickly mount the Inn’s roof. Icolita is on the run again.
The dew sparkles,
The spiderweb shimmers
The sounds and smells,
Are so sweet
After the rain