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Monday, January 30, 2012

The Mayflower

I drew this a few days ago.

The Mayflower

Saturday, January 28, 2012

The Day in September

The day in September

By Rebekah (lone wolf)

It was quiet and peaceful.
Nothing was stirring.
The wind was not blowing,
And spring it was turning.

I thought to myself,
As the sun warmed my face,
This is the last time
That I’ll see this place.

You must hear my tale
And then you will see
Why I had to leave,
And how this came to be.

It was this last fall
On a bridge in this town
Where I was standing,
And saw someone drown.

I yelled for help,
But no one could hear.
Then later they found him,
They said murder was clear.

They said that I pushed him
Because we had fought.
I tried running away,
But too late, I was caught.

In jail and in court,
 I said the same thing.
I thought they believed me
So to hope I did cling.

I did not kill him.
That’s what I said.
But the boy’s mom and dad
Just shook their heads.

The whole town did hate me,
They never let go
To the story that I
Had struck the last blow.

I kept screaming “No!
I did not push him.
But I couldn’t save him
‘cause I couldn’t swim!”

They booed and they hissed
A liar they called me.
“You killed the poor boy!
We’ll get you, you’ll see!”

Well, the law does no best.
Was I guilty? No.
And in a few weeks
I was let go.

They never found out
How that boy did fall.
But the townspeople said
That I did it all.

So that’s why I’m leaving
My childhood home.
To start a new life
New places to roam.

I’ll never come back
But I’ll always remember
His parents’ face
That day in September.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Man eating shark

I recently heard this  poem, and when I looked it up, I found it was a song as well. I did not include the song because it is really long (hey that rhymed!). Anyway, here it is. I encourage you to read the whole thing.

Most chivalrous fish of the ocean
To ladies forbearing and mild,
Though his record be dark,
is the man-eating shark,
Who will eat neither woman nor child.

He dines upon seamen and skippers,
And tourists his hunger assuage,
And a fresh cabin boy
will inspire him with joy
If he's past the maturity age.

A doctor, a lawyer, a preacher,
He'll gobble one any fine day,
But the ladies, God bless 'em
He'll only address 'em
Politely and go on his way.

I can readily cite you an instance
Where a lovely young lady of Breem,
Who was tender and sweet
and delicious to eat
Fell into the bay with a scream.

She struggled and flounced in the water,
And signaled in vain for her bar,
And she'd surely been drowned
if she hadn't been found
By a chivalrous man-eating shark.

He bowed in a manner most polished
Thus soothing her impulses wild.
"Don't be frightened," he said,
"I've been properly bred,
And will eat neither woman nor child."

Then her proffered his fin and she took it
Such gallantry none can dispute.
While the passengers cheered
as the vessel they neared
And a broadside was fired in salute.

And they soon stood alongside the vessel,
When a life-saving dinghy was lowered
With the pick of the crew,
And her relatives too
And the mate and the skipper aboard.

So they took her aboard in a jiffy,
And the shark stood attention the while,
Then he raised on his flipper
and ate up the skipper
And went on his way with a smile.

And this shows that the prince of the ocean,
To ladies forbearing and mile,
Though his record be dark
Is the man-eating shark,
Who will eat neither woman nor child.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

You're not happy about it?????

The gift of snow

It came a little late but
it came none the less.
It's here and it's come to stay
To cause some people stress.

I do not understand
These folks who complain.
They hate the lack of snow but
They say snow causes pain.

I'd like to talk to them,
to change their attitude.
A little snow will not kill
They should have gratitude.

The Lord has sent the snow,
Be grateful to Him.
He then takes the snow away,
So bear it with a grin.

I know the rhythm may be hard to follow. sorry 'bout that.

Friday, January 20, 2012


It's light and fluffy,
it floats down slowly to earth
Beautiful and white

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

The Man From the Broken Hills

"The Man From the Broken Hills" is a very good book. Yes, Lois L'Amour is the author. Can you tell I like Westerns?

For years Milo Talon had been riding the outlaw trail looking for a man who had betrayed his family. Only Hank Rossiter wasn't the man he had been: old now and blind, Rossiter was trying desperately to hold on to a small ranch to support his daughter, Barbara. Suddenly Talon found himself in the middle of a range war, siding with the man he'd marked for payback. But had Rossiter really changed? And could his daughter be trusted by either of them? For Milo, getting to the truth meant a long hard fight to separate his enemies from his friends–and forgiveness from revenge. (http://www.louislamour.com/novels/manfrombrokenhills.htm)

Here's what the cover looks like:              And Here's a picture I drew of the cover:

Then Man From the Broken Hills

The Man From the Broken Hills

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

I was going to wait until the Super Bowl...

But I know there is a chance the Packers won't make it, so here's my latest chalk drawing:

Monday, January 2, 2012


Louis L'Amour's "Hondo" is a really great read, if you like western. Here si a short summary:

He was a man etched by the desert's howling winds, a big, broad-shouldered man who knew the ways of the Apache and ways of staying alive. She was a woman raising a young son on her own on a remote Arizona ranch. And between Hondo Lane and Angie Lowe was the warrior Vittoro, whose people were preparing to rise against the white men. Now the pioneer woman, the gunman, and the Apache warrior are caught in a drama of love, war, and honor.(http://www.louislamour.com/novels/hondo.htm)

Here's a picture I drew of the cover:

And here's what the cover actually looks like:

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy new year

Happy new year,
The new year is here.
Happy new year,
I wish you, my dear.
Happy new year
On a day that's clear.
Happy new year
now be of good cheer.

To Tame A Land

Louis L'amour's "To Tame A Land" is a great book, though sad in the end. Here is a short summary:

Rye Tyler was twelve when he saw his father cut down in an Indian raid. Taken in by a mysterious stranger with a taste for Shakespeare and an instinct for survival, Rye is schooled in the lessons of a hard country. Then tragedy forces him to live a loner's life in a wild land of canyons and buttes, and on dust-choked cattle trails.
But his skill with a gun has earned Rye a bloody reputation he can't escape. Though he's become the law in a lawless town, he had hoped for a better life with the beautiful Liza Hetrick. When Liza is taken away and held in a mountain-girded outlaw fortress, Rye must face his deadliest enemy--the very man who taught Rye about manhood, friendship...and the ways of a gunman. (http://www.louislamour.com/novels/totamealand.htm)

Here is a picture of the cover:

And here is the picture I drew of the cover:

to tame a land