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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:

Waiting

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~

Poetic Thursday: Going Up?

Once again, I’m participating in Poetic Thursday with Pam and her “boys” at Two Spoiled Cats.

Here’s the photo inspiration for this week:

I found this to be a bit challenging (mostly because I couldn’t look at the photo without having sweaty palms).

Here’s my poem:

Going Up?

Every day, he climbs higher and higher,
I have to wonder: do his hands perspire?

A job like this comes with a price;
his life depends on that safety device.

Eight hundred feet above the ground,
and it would seem, no one else around.

But, is he really alone? I think not:
someone was there to capture this shot!

When I uploaded the picture to today’s blog post, the following caption was included. I wish there was info regarding the location and the building that was under construction.

” Ironworker Mike Kulp, 43, climbs a column before connecting a perimeter beam to the 54th floor. Here Kulp is working approximately 825 feet above street level.”

Yeah, sign me up for THAT job…..not.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Poetic Thursday: A Guy’s First Wheels

Welcome to the first Poetic Thursday of the new year.  Pam and her “boys” over at Two Spoiled Cats gave us this cute photo for inspiration this week:

That certainly brought back memories of Marshall’s “first wheels”.  Here’s my poem:

First Wheels

When I went to see Santa at the mall
I didn’t ask for many toys at all.

I said: “Santa, here’s the deal,
I really need a set of wheels.

I’m getting older now, and there’s this girl.
She’s really cute and she’s rockin’ my world.

But not having a car is such a pain;
on Saturday night, we wanna ‘cruise Main’.”

Santa said: “Well, you’ve been good, that IS true,
so let me see what I can do”.

Well, Santa came through, and the new ride is sweet.
But there’s no room for my girl, ’cause there’s only one seat!

Anyway, Mom says I’m still too young to date,
so I guess cruising Main will just have to wait.

I thought I’d share a couple of pictures of Marshall’s first ride. Christmas morning, wearing the robe my mom made for him. She’s sitting in the background.

And a few months later, boys will be boys. He looks rather proud of himself, doesn’t he? You just have to wonder WHY, but I was glad to get a picture of it.

And his second set of wheels, during the Smurf era. Check out the firefighter’s helmet.

I find myself looking forward to Poetry Thursday every week. Thanks, Pam, for another fun poetry inspiration.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

Poetic Thursday: Christmas Eve Shopper

It’s time, once again, for Poetic Thursday over at Two Spoiled Cats .  Here is the photo Pam provided as inspiration for this week’s poem:

This made me think of my late brother-in-law, Ed. In addition to the picture, my poem was also inspired by him and his last minute (by choice) Christmas shopping:

Christmas Eve Shopper

 Early in December, he can’t understand
all the rushing around with gift lists in hand.

He laughs and says: “I can do it all
with one Christmas Eve trip to the mall”.

Man on a mission, he joins the crowd.
His shopping’s soon done, and he’s feeling proud.

Then he heads back home, where down he’ll flop,
giving truth to the saying: “shop til you drop”.

Is your Christmas shopping complete? Or are you a Christmas Eve shopper?

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

Poetic Thursday: The Artist’s Intent

Once again, I’m participating in Pam’s Poetic Thursday. Visit Pam and her “boys”, Teddy and Angel Sammy at Two Spoiled Cats to see other poems inspired by this beautiful picture:

Here’s my poem:

The Artist’s Intent

Boats and fog and morning gold,
frozen and glistening, winter cold.

Travel by boat will have to wait
til the waters thaw at a later date.

Meanwhile, enjoy the view that’s been sent,
for that, most certainly, is the Artist’s intent.

This poem was fun to write; not nearly as challenging as some in the past.

~These Days Of Mine~