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Poetic Thursday: Grandma’s Store

It’s Thursday, once again, and time for some poetry with Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats.  Each week, they  host Poetic Thursday, and it’s always fun to participate.

Today’s photo inspiration was so special to me.

Although it’s much smaller, it immediately brought back memories of my grandmother’s country store. Here’s my poem for this week:

Grandma’s Store

Beside the highway sat Grandma’s country store,
where you could buy canned goods, candy, chips and more.

Hoop cheese by the pound, and stick ‘baloney’, too.
A gingersnap with that cheese? Don’t mind if I do.

It was a daily stop for local folks,
who poured peanuts in those ice cold Cokes.

Warmed by the wood stove in winter’s cold;
around it, countless stories were told.

At Christmas, cardboard ‘Co -Cola’ Santa signs:
had we only known to save them at the time.

Screen doors in the summer with the Nolde bread ad;
us kids slammed those doors. That made our moms mad.

On a nail by the door, Grandma’s brown crocheted hat,
made by her. Sure wish I’d thought to save THAT.

In the evening, Grandma’s store was where
her family gathered, more stories to share.

That old store holds memories, both happy and sad;
it played a big part in the childhood I had.

I was fortunate to be given this old family photo taken in 1955, in Grandma’s store. That’s my sister, Rose, on the left, and my aunt, uncle and cousin, Lona, also sitting on the counter. To Rose’s right is the holder of butcher paper that Grandma used to wrap the meats she sliced for her customers. At the lower right corner of the picture is just the edge of the old wood stove.

Grandma’s store is all boarded up now and covered with vines.

I pass by it occasionally. My eyes always look in that direction. And I remember.

~These Days Of Mine~


Poetic Thursday: Friends

I just love Thursdays! It’s so much fun participating in Poetic Thursday with Pam, Teddy, and Angel Sammy at Two Spoiled Cats.

This is our photo inspiration for today’s poem:

And here’s my poem:


Come on, buddy, let me show you my land.
I know this place like the back of my hand.

I’m so glad these paths are safe to roam.
Since I was born, this has been my home.

It’s a neat place to share a walk with a friend;
after lunch we’ll go exploring again.

We’re young now, but friends we will be,
even when we’re old….like thirty.

This photo brought back memories of this picture of my friend, Donna, and me:

And we, too, are going to be friends even when we’re thirty.

~These Days Of Mine~


Poetic Thursday: Faerie Door

Happy Thursday! Time for poetry again with Pam and her ‘boys’ at Two Spoiled Cats.

They provided us a sweet photo for our inspiration for this week’s poem:

And here is my poem:

Faerie Door

What lies behind this sweet wooden door?
Butterflies, sunshine, bluebirds and more.

A faerie garden, such a delight for the eyes;
Birdbaths and benches, all miniature in size.

In this world, there are green plants so very small,
and faerie-size  watering cans to care for them all.

Will faeries visit? We can’t really say.
But what an enchanting place to spend the day.

My friend, Donna, and I had playtime by the river one day years ago with our own little seaside faerie garden.

~These Days Of Mine~


Poetic Thursday: Shall We Dance

Another week has flown by. Once again, it’s time for poetry with Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats.

Well, just as last week’s poem came easy for me, this one was a stretch, since I am no dancer.

Here’s my poem:

Shall We Dance

Since she was little, she’s wanted to dance;
waiting for the day she’d have her chance.

Years of practice came easy to her.
She’d get her big break, of that she was sure.

Her hard work paid off, she commands the floor,
always leaving her audience wanting more.

She and her partner complete each other;
neither can imagine dancing with another.

Strong, yet elegant, their talent shines through,
it’s obvious to all that they love what they do.

~These Days Of Mine~


Poetic Thursday: Waiting

Thursday! Time again for poetry with Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats. I’m so glad I began participating in this meme and look forward to it each week.

Here’s this week’s photo inspiration:

You can probably tell from the length of my poem that I thought this one was fun:


Don’t be sad, I’m just hanging out for a while
til the day comes when I can make someone smile.

My days of hard work are over and done,
and now it’s time I have a little fun.

I’m nice and cozy in my grassy bed,
but the time will come when I turn someone’s head.

Just scrape off the grunge, right down to the rust.
And my dents and dings, well, they’re just a plus.

Replace a few parts, okay, more than a few.
Give me four new shoes, and that oughta do.

My looks won’t matter, it’s what’s under the hood:
one of Motor Man’s engines, that would be good.

A ‘rat rod’ I’ll be my second time around:
classic car shows and Sunday drives around town.

That rumbling you’ll hear is me coming through.
Remember, they don’t build ‘em like they used to.

If you’re wondering what a rat rod is, this link to one of my previous posts will explain it.

~These Days Of Mine~


Poetic Thursday: Lonely In Lost Springs

It’s Poetic Thursday over at Two Spoiled Cats AND here on These Days. I loved this week’s photo inspiration.

Here’s my poem:

Lonely In Lost Springs

A population of one in this little map dot;
an old mining town that time forgot.

A lonely vista with no neighbors in sight;
no nearby houses to light up the night.

No traffic noise, few passing cars:
the perfect place to gaze at the stars.

A population of one: lonely or blessed?
It just depends on one’s outlook, I guess.

And, as usual, the photo prompted not only a poem but also a little research on my part. I learned quite a few things about Lost Springs: the town is located in Wyoming and was first inhabited in the 1880’s.  It was named by railroad workers unable to locate the spring that showed on their maps. After being incorporated in the early 1900’s, the population was once at 200. By 1960, the census showed a population of five, and in 2000, that number was one. The mayor, however, disagreed with that figure, saying there were actually four residents at that time. The 2010 census showed a population of four.

And I thought I grew up in a small town.

~These Days Of Mine~



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~