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Poetry, musings, reflections, life. Archive for the tag “Life”. When I was Young. This consequence brought to my mind, the evolution of age. This poem is a reminder of that process. When I was Young. When I was young,. To be picked up. And cried until I was. Until I could stand. Then I stood and fell. And crawled and stood again,. Until I could walk. And fell and got up. And fell again and stood. Until I walked again,. When I was young. I mumbled and muttered. And tried to speak. When I could not,. The w...
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rancher | rancherwriterpoet
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Poetry, musings, reflections, life. Archive for the tag “rancher”. Sun’s Gonna Shine in my Backdoor Someday. Character is going into remission. I continue to improve; however, my treatment plan still requires medicine. Sun’s gonna shine in my backdoor someday ,. Speaks for me, especially here in the middle of August, in Texas, where the temperature is a balmy 103 today and a heat index approaching 110. And since my back door faces west, I can feel the brunt of that heat. He has reached a point in his lif...
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Celebrations | rancherwriterpoet
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Poetry, musings, reflections, life. Archive for the tag “Celebrations”. I confess. I’m not a mother. I am not qualified to be a mother. I have no idea of what is required to be a mother. I do not have the grit a mother has. As a father, I can relate to a connection with my children, however, only a mother can truly understand the bond between themselves and their offspring. Wait until your father gets home,. Upon which when he does he will promptly say,. Whatever your mother says. This is supposed to be ...
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North Texas | rancherwriterpoet
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Poetry, musings, reflections, life. Archive for the tag “North Texas”. The Day of the Storm. This winter of 2015/2016 has been one for the record books. I do not believe I have ever experienced the ups and downs, twists and turns and such variable temperatures as the season has brought us so far this year. I believe that you, the reader, no matter where you live, may have gone through much of the same. The Day of the Storm. The morning breaks silently. With a formidable mist in the air. The turbulence an...
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Stories | rancherwriterpoet
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Poetry, musings, reflections, life. Archive for the category “Stories”. Of a Serious Nature. I am deviating from my usual genre of writing because one of my readers commented recently on The Character of Nature , an article I wrote concerning the extremes of weather activity. That comment also suggested that I share more of my personal perspectives on grief as well as the weather. After we see the response from people following a natural disaster, we see a genuine and heartfelt effort to help someone in ...
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Fathers | rancherwriterpoet
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Poetry, musings, reflections, life. Archive for the tag “Fathers”. I confess. I’m not a mother. I am not qualified to be a mother. I have no idea of what is required to be a mother. I do not have the grit a mother has. As a father, I can relate to a connection with my children, however, only a mother can truly understand the bond between themselves and their offspring. Wait until your father gets home,. Upon which when he does he will promptly say,. Whatever your mother says. This is supposed to be a day...
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Poems | rancherwriterpoet
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Poetry, musings, reflections, life. Archive for the category “Poems”. When I was Young. This consequence brought to my mind, the evolution of age. This poem is a reminder of that process. When I was Young. When I was young,. To be picked up. And cried until I was. Until I could stand. Then I stood and fell. And crawled and stood again,. Until I could walk. And fell and got up. And fell again and stood. Until I walked again,. When I was young. I mumbled and muttered. And tried to speak. When I could not,.
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Rancherette | rancherwriterpoet
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Poetry, musings, reflections, life. Archive for the tag “Rancherette”. The Character of Nature. Have the utmost respect for nature; however, as humans, we do take the necessary precautions for keeping cool, that being under the influence of the air conditioner most of the day. Of course, the electric bill is in the stratosphere alongside the water bill. When we do venture outside, we do not tarry long. I’m pretty sure the neighbors would object were we to wear less clothing. Character is going into remis...
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marriage | rancherwriterpoet
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Poetry, musings, reflections, life. Archive for the tag “marriage”. On embarking on a particular venture, Best of Luck sometimes is conveyed. A shared meal with a group is often explained as Potluck . It has been said, “with any luck” and so forth. As you begin reading this you may have gotten the idea this is about luck, not necessarily so. The older gentleman was deep in thought as he searched through the World Atlases and the many maps we have in stock in the World section. He had previously asked...
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