Church bells play,
Kumbaya,
tone conveying,
family security;
a melody of safety.
Auburn ringlets ride,
through,
a cool breeze,
the horse’s name,
Sunshine.
Summer’s dawn,
Nebraska earth,
just a few things,
mere reflection,
of life: breathing.
Ah, Nebraska, Sunshine, and Red. Serenity, now. ❤
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The triple threat I wish I were, Mark. ♡ So happy to see that smilin’ face here tonight. You’ve not changed a bit.
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No, I’m still me. Years of practice, you know? 😉
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Smiles. Tis the New Yorker in you…confidant. Love that about you.
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Lovely Audrey. Sounds like a ‘home is where the heart is’ post. Am I right?
🙂
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Truly! You said it best, my friend. xxx ♡
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That is beautiful. And so flat!!! Love the poetry. Church bells are so comforting.
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Thank you, Duketh. Sooooo flat. Well, there are coves that are a bit windy and hilly but mostly flat. I love that you love the poetry. I was suprised to here that particular song come out of a church’s bells while home. Made me ponder off deep. Alone in my thoughts. Could have used your company.
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I would love to be in that…field! Doesn’t it make you want to run about a bit?
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Yes, this field has a way about her, for sure. Running around makes me think of Laura Ingles Wilder…maybe I’m her. Run, yes! Or sit down and be still knowing I am where I enjoy being.
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Laura Who? I bet you’d enjoy sitting better, too.
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Yes….I figured, Laura Who. Sitting is okay for a bit.
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Is she the one from the big valley thingy?
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I’m not answering your question. *feeling old*
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Did she write My Sisters and I?
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I have no idea. She was on a tv program first. I know she wrote a few novels…
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I’m sure I know who she is.
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You should ask someone old. They can tell you.
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Very lovely, photo & words, Audrey. Now I envy your photography!
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Aw, Jay. You know there is no way I could ever accept your notion of my having something of value to teach you. You take the most beautiful photos. I was drawn to your eye instantly. I have, however, found a way to blink in a bashful way and say thank you. I am so appreciative of your support and presence here on my blog. You are my treasure. Thanks for reading.
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You want to help me back up? I fell off my pedestal. *straightens new hat* A pleasure to sit with you on the porch and watch inch worms under the stars
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*extends her hand* Please stay where you belong, please. I like your new hat. You know I like a straw hat for these hot summer nights, and a porch. Lovely to have you here for a visit. How was your day, Cowboy?
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I woke up with a terrible headache, two cats meowing and a dog licking my face. It was rather cool here today, so once I duct taped myself together, I busied myself framing photos and doing some yard work, mostly flowers. And your day, Poetess?
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Sounds like a busy bed, Jay. *laughs* Something tells me you deserved a loud wake up call. Aw, it was cool. So jealous. I miss the air there, you know. Photos? Sounds like an important job. Hope you’re happy with the outcome and the yard work. What sort of flowers, Sir? My day? Ahh, you wouldn’t believe it. I did, however, go to an Astros game today. I was a good luck charm. They won!!
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Cosmos, Seashells Mix, Nasturtium, Alaska Mix, Sunflowers, just coming up and two cactus, one red, one yellow. And a few potted flowers. I am surrounded by beauty. You are a good luck charm. Told you!
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Wow. The cactus are of interest, you know. Bet they’ll be sticky. Maybe even prick, so be careful. Did you tell me? *scratches her head* Hum? Imagine that…oh, and yes, you are surrounded by beauty. I’ve been to your blog. *smirks*
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You spying on me, again? Be careful, Audrey, those cactus’s are pricks! *chuckles*
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*laughs* Spying or paying close attention, either seems fair, I think. Unless I don’t belong, then it’s creepy. Maybe I’m creepy, Jay. Plenty or all cactus are pricks. I’ve met enough to know, see.
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Well, my stats show 206 views, 5 likes and your comments. You belong *smiles*
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Well, I am shocked. Just shocked. You don’t spy on me ever!… *pouts* I want to belong. Thank you *shy eyes*
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Pouting shall get you nowhere. Shy eyes, maybe. I check on you once a week.
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*shy eyes* *kicks rocks* I’m like the lawn on the cool and shady side of the house. Ignored. Wonderful.
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Now aren’t you about cute. Pick those rocks up and put them back where they were, right this minute! *smirks* Not used to getting your way, I see
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*mumbles and bends down* Gezzzzz. I wasn’t punting them…they didn’t go that far…maybe you should pick them up…
I’m used to being spoiled, I agree.
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You made the mess. YOU clean it up! Best forget about being spoiled
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FINE! I will! *punts all the rocks* I want them over there now! Oh, you know you’ll spoil me. It’d be hard to turn this smile down.
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I’m purdy set in my ways. A smile might get you out of this predicament, but not much more. *looks at you, smiles* You sure are going to be busy bringing them back where I said to put them!
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*giggling* My blog, my rocks, Cowboy. I’ll put them wherever I want. *makes kissy lips pouty face* *grins* Seems my day just freed up, wouldn’t you say?
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Shit! This is your blog. Dammit. You got a bug in your mouth? Spit it out *laughing*
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Yup. My space. *smiles HUGE* I out smarted you, Sir. *spits, chokes* Stop trying to put crap down my throat.
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MySpace? I thought this was WordPress! Just seein’ if you like the new feed for the horses. Whatcha think? *chuckles*
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Tis, WordPress, Cowboy. *giggling* Oh, how adore your comedic timing. The horses are gonna be pissed! Is that spinach? *picks it out of her teeth*
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Can’t tell you exactly what it is but if you want to think spinach, have at it. *chuckles* Have you noticed the stars tonight? *takes hand* Come on, let’s go outside, Audrey.
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Oh, man… I don’t want to know, do I? I haven’t been outside all night, Jay. Are the stars sparkling tonight? *waits* Only if you’re feeding the rest of that to the horses. *winks* Want me to step outside first, Jay?
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Very sparkly. I’m already outside, staring at the big dipper. *smiles*
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*rolls eyes* I forgot. I have a meeting. Enjoy your night, Sir. *turns around*
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Well, enjoy your meeting. I’ll try again tomorrow night. Check your planner, let me know. *smirks* Thank you, Ma’am. *tips hat* Goodnight, Audrey. Sleep well
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Shit! *runs over to where you’re sitting* Where’s the big dipper, Jay? You always call my bluff…
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*points finger up* And over there is Capella. Ain’t scared, you know
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*eyes surveying the night sky* *zips up her coat* Yeah, sure was cold today… perfect.
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Pulls closer to keep warm.Yes, it was a bit cooler in the mountains. Perfect.
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so lovely, Audrey!
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Aw. Thank you, Neha. Truly!
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Beautiful Audrey. I love your work from Nebraska
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Thank you, John. I hope to continue sharing them. I appreciate you.
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Looks like you had a lovely vacation, Audrey! Nothing much better than reconnecting with the roots of our childhood — reminds us where we came from and how far we’ve come! Beautiful shot and your words definitely do it justice!
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Yes, exactly, Debbie. I love Nebraska very much and those who make me feel like I’m home. Thanks for reading. ♡
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The photo is absolutely stunning – a frameable work of art. And the poem – I see you, riding your horse, heading home. Lovely
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Humbled. I loved writing this poem. The photo was taken with my mom while in Nebraska. Our motto is Nebraska-The Good Life…smiles. Thanks for reading, Shari. ♡
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Have you seen The Homesman with Hillary Swank, Tommy Lee Jones, Meryl Streep, and other memorable cast members? A rather harsh view of Nebraska in the 1850’s. I’ve read other books and accounts of life on the desolate frontier in the 19th century, a place so unforgiving that people regularly went insane and did the most horrific things – to each other, to themselves, to their children. Robert Gorlick’s book, A Reliable Wife, addresses the same hopeless situation though it takes place in Wisconsin about 50 years later. There was as much danger in one’s mind as in the landscape. Makes me grateful that when I’m falling apart, I have friends and family nearby to put me back together.
The book and the movie are both somber, but I recommend them.
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You know, Shari, I haven’t but I’ve meant to and I have some down time now so I will watch and read both. I have a vested interest in both eras. Thanks for the reminder. I’ve always been in awe of those that survived living in such harsh conditions.
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Nice to know that it is there for you when you go back.
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Feels good to know it is there, Susan.
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I remember when my parents sold my granny’s house I felt bereft. I know she is in the arms of Jesus, but I learned so much at her feet growing up. That I am who I am is largely her influence.
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Similar you and I, Susan. I miss mine terribly with the understanding that she us in a much better place.
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I think we are. Similar. It reminds me of John Donne
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No Man Is An Island – Poem by John Donne
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No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend’s
Or of thine own were:
Any man’s death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
John Donne
Each loved one takes something from us…at least for a time.
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Yes, John Donne’s poem is simple in its complicated thoughts, which I adore. Thank you so much for reminding me of this piece. “Any man’s death diminishes me, Because I am involved in mankind…YES!!!!
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I wish I could write like him.
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He wrote for his generation, and you for yours. You are a teacher, and as such you touch many children and have the opportunity to touch many lives – not only of your students but the people your students meet.
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Susan, you brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for saying so…
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pitter patter goes my heart. Just lovely Audrey. Ironically, I am in Houston today
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Sigh. Home… Thank you, Monsieur. No, really? Surely you would have let me know had you any time at all to visit…I may spank you, you know. D, really??
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It is a very quick trip for a wedding decided at the last minute and I am not alone Auds
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Memories
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Aww, yes. Thank you for the video, Willow….
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❤
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Made me cry, you know. ♡
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Hugs xxxx
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Hugs xx
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