Monthly Archives: January 2020

Poetic Thursday: “A, My Name Is Anna”

Once again, it’s Thursday and time for a little poetry with Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats.

Here’s this week’s photo inspiration:

And this is my poem:

A, My Name Is Anna

When I see this picture,  so many memories return
of days on the playground; it was there that I learned

to jump rope between classes with schoolmates and friends.
How we hated to see recess time come to an end.

All the girls are in dresses, that’s all we could wear.
No matter the weather, those little legs were just bare.

In those days before careers and housework and such,
our biggest goal was learning to double dutch.

As we jumped, we sang little songs to keep time;
they were creative and fun and didn’t have to rhyme.

“A, my name is Anna, my husband’s name is Allen.
We live in Athens, and we sell apples.”

Programming note: Sunday is a special day here in the Motor family, so watch for a rare Sunday These Days post.

~These Days Of Mine~

One Word Wednesday: Dream

DREAM

~These Days Of Mine~

To The Beach!

Our beautiful winter weather is continuing. Yesterday, we had sunny skies and temps in the upper 50’s.

So Motor Man and I headed to Carova beach to see “my” horses. We saw 14, including this one with the most unusual facial markings: I believe “blaze” is the correct terminology. I’m not sure if it has a name, “Lone Ranger” would be appropriate. I can say with certainty that we’ve never see this horse before.

Nearby was this furry one, whose blaze is in the shape of a heart. Perfect for upcoming Valentine’s Day. And there’s a shadow AND a reflection.

This beauty came right up to us as we sat in our vehicle. Note that there was a fence separating us. I don’t think he cared much about that “no trespassing” sign.

And he rather quickly became bored with us. Once again, these photos were taken with the zoom lens of my camera.

It was quiet on the beach, not many other folks taking advantage of the weather.

But another perfect day trip for us.

~These Days Of Mine~

Poetic Thursday: Rescued

It’s Thursday, and that means it’s also time for some poetry with Pam and her boys, Teddy and Angel Sammy at Two Spoiled Cats.

This was today’s photo inspiration provided by Pam and her guys last week:

And here’s my poem:

Rescued

We’re salty old tars and we’ve seen some high seas,
but rarely do they bring us to our knees.

But this time was different: we needed rescue.
A shipmate was hurt: there was nothing more we could do.

We soon knew that help was nearby,
but they couldn’t reach us; the swells were too high.

But they quickly came up with a plan
to escort our vessel closer to land.

In calmer waters, with acts quick and brave,
the heroes came through and a life was saved.

Oftentimes, when I see one of Pam’s photos for Poetry Thursday, I am curious about the picture: what is the story behind it, who was the photographer, etc. So this week, as I was working on a poem for today, I happened to Google the ship number on the fishing vessel in the picture. My search turned up another photo, courtesy of Flickr, and the caption tells about the event, which happened in March of 2013 .  My poem was inspired by Pam’s photo and is based on this caption:

A Royal Air Force search and rescue Sea King helicopter comes to the aid of the French Fishing vessel Alf (LS683637) during a storm in the Irish Sea.
The helicopter crew rushed to the aid of an injured fisherman trapped by bad weather on the Irish Sea.
The Royal Navy Hydrographic survey vessel HMS Echo was carrying out maritime security operations when she received a request for assistance from Milford Haven Coastguard. The coastguard had already scrambled both an RAF search and rescue helicopter and an RNLI lifeboat to rescue the fisherman, but weather conditions were deteriorating fast. The 5 metre high swell meant it was not possible to lower a winchman safely onto the French vessel’s deck and assist the fisherman who was showing signs of hypothermia.
Once Echo was called in, the 3,500 tonne ship attempted to provide some shelter for the RNLI lifeboat to get alongside the French fishing vessel, Alf, but once again the weather prevented a rescue. This left them with no choice but to escort the fishing vessel closer inland before the helicopter was able to winch the injured fisherman to safety.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

One Word Wednesday: Comfort

COMFORT

~These Days Of Mine~

Eight Years Of Wild Horses

That little “Memory” feature on Facebook is really nice. It’s fun to see what you’ve posted in past years on any given date.

Recently, my Facebook memories showed that our first ever horse “tour” was this week in 2012.  Our friends, Bev and Bill, took us to see the horses in Carova.  When we visited their beach house,  I had seen beautiful framed photos Bev had taken of the  horses on their previous trips.

Motor Man took this picture of me on that trip. As I recall, we saw seven horses that day. And I was hooked.

Fast forward to yesterday. Motor Man and I celebrated the eighth anniversary of going to see “my” wild horses. And this time, we saw 16.

They really have their winter woolies on right now. Just look at that thick coat. (Disclaimer: this picture was taken using a zoom lens. I wasn’t nearly as close as it appears.)

Nearby was this black beauty that I’m guessing is a stallion. I love the sunlight on his mane.  He was on alert, because he’d just heard a whinny from an as-yet-unseen horse.

Uh-oh, here comes double trouble.

I was able to capture a quick video, but I apologize for the quality. It’s just difficult to know where to aim the camera when horses are galloping and whinnying all around you. (It was so exciting, but I was hunkered down safe between my door and our vehicle.)

Here’s my take on the video:  the black stallion and five other horses had been happily minding their own business, when the other two came walking up the path. Now, as you can imagine, I’ve looked at this video several times. I LOVE the way the one comes running up to the scene. I’m guessing that’s a stallion, and I may be wrong, but the other one almost appears to be expecting a little one? The third horse to run by me was the black stallion, and you can see him going directly to his harem to protect them from possibly being stolen by the other stallion.

 

It was a wonderful day to celebrate eight years of wild horse sightings. Thanks, Bev: you two definitely started something (wonderful).

And thanks to my Motor Man for his patience while I take picture after picture after picture….. ALL. THESE. YEARS.

~These Days Of Mine~

Poetic Thursday: Lend Me Your Comb

It’s Thursday again!  Time to join Pam and her boys, Teddy, and Angel Sammy for Poetic Thursday over at Two Spoiled Cats.

Here’s this week’s cute photo inspiration:

And this is my poem:

Lend Me Your Comb

It’s the first trip to the barber for this little guy.
Mommy’s so happy that he didn’t cry.

The barber is proud of the job that he’s done;
not all his young customers are this much fun.

But little man was good and had no fear
and seems pleased with what he sees in the mirror.

Maybe you’re never too young to learn,
so, look out world, there’s another “Kookie” Byrnes.

I apparently don’t have a picture of Marshall during his first haircut. He was three when this one was taken, obviously much older than the little boy in the ‘inspiration photo’. No tears, but the stylist looks much happier than Marshall.

~These Days Of Mine~