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image credit: the intelligent optimist
baby j
checked out the competition
both showed up
on the green carpet
sporting the same
flashy fashion palette
who wore it best?
who dressed you?
mother nature.
who dressed you?
my momma.
—
every child is born a naturalist. his eyes are, by nature, open to the glories of the stars,
the beauty of the flowers, and the mystery of life. – r. s search
* * * * * *
i’ve begun to
think about
my costume
with
halloween
arriving
in just
a few weeks
and
i remember
the year
i dressed up
as
a weather girl
when
i wore
my yellow raincoat
a string of pearls
high heels
t.v. makeup
and
curled hair
but
people guessed
that i was
a flasher
and
that didn’t
go
exactly
as planned
—
image credit: shaggylamb.com
as we walked in from recess
e muttered aloud:
why do we have to take naps?
why do we have to take them every day?
why do schools make kids take naps?
whey do we have to?
why?
do all schools take naps?
i hate naps.
i never fall asleep.
i do not like naps.
naps are dumb.
when we
got back to our room
he
got a drink of water
laid down on his cot
and
passed out cold
for 1 and 1/4 hours
and
neither of us
said a word
when he
finally woke up
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image credit: justcuteanimals.com
on the beautiful island of jamaica
a few years back
i
went
horseback riding
with my friend
and a ‘guide’
and no regulations
and no paperwork
and off we went
up
into the mountains
only to find
a tiny coffee shop
in the middle of nowhere
serving wonderful
blue mountain coffee
and
a farmer
way up high
on the mountain
who had a cooler
of local beer
and
who grew
local crops
some legal
some not
we stopped
for a rest
and a beer
and
tried out
the local crops
then headed
back down the mountain
and my horse
took off like a shot
running
at top speed
and
we flew
through the trees
over the trail
into the bushes
i pulled back
on the reins
with all of my strength
to slow him down
held on tight
planning to roll
when i would
at last
be thrown off
the guide
caught up
grabbed my reins
yelled something
to my horse
who finally
slowed down
and said
‘oh, mon. i forgot to tell you
you are riding
‘lightning’
he loves to race
as fast as the wind
whenever
there are other horses around
glad you held on’
and my friend caught up and said
‘ i saw your sandals fly off
as you galloped away
and it was one wild ride
to see from behind.’
and i said,
‘good thing
i wore my ‘relax’ shirt.’
though
i’m not sure
my horse could read
—
riding: the art of keeping a horse between you and the ground. ~author unknown