A Clean Canvas

A clean canvas to which
we are not painters, we
sketch and paint lines of
life, sketchy shapes , a canvas
of erratic inks, prints, dribbles
things of the mind where ever
it takes us

Change

Change is inevitable
it is not always welcome
or easy to deal with, it
can upset your world and
generate many conflicting
feelings, however, it is those
very moments when everything
looks hopeless that you have a
real chance to grow into
something better, what the
Caterpillar calls the end of
the world, you call a butterfly!

Tough, Wise, Loving

She wasn't afraid of anything
except a mouse. She would
take out the rifle and shoot
a black snake while it was
stealing chicken eggs, she
shot a pair of geese after
putting up with there constant
fighting, saying "I've had enough!
She smacked a cow up side the
head for trying to kick while she
was milking, the cats enjoying
the occasional milk that came
there way. She was not a woman
to cross and don't even try to
lie to her, you wouldn't know
what or where you had been.
BUT if she seen a mouse in the
house get out of the way, she
hopped up on the kitchen table
one time. On the flip side, she
was a wise, loving respected
by everyone loving person. Only
for your own good in mind.
I frequently stayed with my Aunt,
her and i were like peas and carrots.
She taught me more than anyone in
my childhood. As an adult i would
go back to Kansas every year to the
family reunion Memorial weekend.
I would stay a week or two, loving
the talks and laughing at stories of
long ago. The day she died expectantly
a piece of me went with her, as know
one could ever come close to being
the person she was. I loved being
on the farm with her and see us
together in my thoughts gives me
strength that no one else could have.

The Yellow Cat

The yellow cat comes
every morning and sits
quietly beside a hole
that goes under the shed
it sits there for at least
thirty minutes then wonders
off. I watch this every morning
wondering if the cat had
seen a rabbit or squirrel go in
there, most likely a sent.
Watching the cat for a while
as usual i was startled when
it snagged something, a baby
rabbit, my heart quickened
as the cat took the baby and
with pride sped off over the
fence. Stunned i felt a sense
of sadness. Knowing nature
is just the way it is didn't
me feel any better that day
The cat continues to come
in the mornings, i no longer
watch it and it's patience
for fear i might just see it's
proud face once more