Are you up for a Halloween Party? This is one you don't want to miss and you don't even have to leave your house! The fun is coming to you! All you need to do is get over to The Domestic Witch and sign up! Hurry, because today is the last day to add your… Continue reading Halloween Party
The Philo Bridge crosses the river where I have made my home. If I want to go to town or go just about anywhere, I am going to cross that bridge. There are a lot of spooky stories that say the bridge is one of many "crybaby bridges" in Ohio. On one side of the… Continue reading Haunted Bridge
Halloween was finally here. My friend and I decided not. We were too old this year. Our thing, we're more into rot. Our plan was to hang out At the Saint Ives Cemetery. It was the perfect spot. Dark, bleak and dreary. Mid-way through the town. Any way a goblin walked. They would walk right… Continue reading My Halloween Night
Tree roots shot up from the ground A perfect seat for us two We told secrets and gathered round Until the cold winds blew When Autumn arrived the leaves died the ground was orange and red Playing truth or dare, I always lied and now, can't get you out of my head Credit: Featured Photo… Continue reading Your Autumn
That hill...... Many winter days... spent there on that hill... When snow started blowing.... topics were flowing about that hill. Waiting by the radio on winter days... only long enough to hear them say....... "there would be no school today"......Hurray! We'd run... happy as larks to go to that hill.... ......that hill...... with the… Continue reading Cold, Concrete Poem, Anaphora/Epistrophe Day 9
Life like a ride, ticket at the door. When it's her turn, it's single file. Standing in line, an hour or more. Insides churn, excited all the while. Closed gates, the gears get stuck. She waits, for what felt like forever. Music played and she was out of luck. Until the end..someone pulled the… Continue reading Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe Day 10
Ode to 669 (My road home.) Near morning, fog is thick to the ground, a white mist. Careful at the turn. It is one easily missed. Mr. Meed moves his sheep, they might stop, just beep. Sublime, watching deer eat apples from that tree. The one belonging to Mrs. B. Unyielding, Amish along the way. Little children always… Continue reading Map, Ode, Metaphor Day 5
Thanks to Scribbles & Musings for the inspiration http://scribblesandmusings.com/fav-foto-friday-11/ This Friday brings HellBeast, Marigolds and a one of the baby pumpkins we grew. It was a good week. The weather could not have been better, especially for October. Photos by shedhippie.
