Senses

His voice was low, soft and sweet

Dripping molasses, slow and smooth

Hands were rough and brown, as was his face

He smelled like leather, wood and ashes

His clothes were clean blue cotton

Worn with no planned fashion

He walked with a determined gait

As if every step had a purpose.

I watched him for a while

Took in every detail with interest

The perfect man in my dream.

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Sunday Photo Fiction

Well this oughta do it.

Yup, sure as shi-.

You got the match?

Nope, I got this butane lighter.

What the heck is buteen? How can we get away fast using that stick to light it?

Never thought of that. I’ll go out to the truck and get a match.

Joe’ll never know what hit him. Haw, haw!

Yup, he won’t be messin with your horses again anytime soon. Haw, haw.

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Sunday Photo Fiction – July 7 2019

http://cyranny.com/2019/07/06/match-word-of-the-day-challenge/

Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt #113

I didn’t see it at all

At least not that I recall

The vision that made me first fall

I only heard his southern drawl

What words his language mauled

No, not impressed or enthralled

Then he turned, a rough hewn call

With hat and boots, and leather haul

Quickly forgot the language pall.

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https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2019/07/06/weekend-writing-prompt-113-enthral/

Questions from Tom

All are welcome to answer, and I’ve read some good ones!

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1. I do, except on the 4th when my grandson(19) confronted me about what (political) content I put on FB.πŸ™„

2. I believe they would be far more evolved than us and friendly.

3. Currently I have no comic books, but I love Marvel movie characters. Wonder Woman was my favorite as a child.

4. Anything Wonder Woman could do, plus being able to fly.

5. Flying.

6. Why would I waste pancakes on a doghouse?

7. Red, my fave color, of course. Do they come in Klingon?

8. Buy a van equipped for driving and loading a wheelchair–now that would be fun!

9. I prefer cold and frosty Dos Equis with lime.

10. Never been drunk, however I was tipsy at a dinner date once, in 1967.

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Being Tom

Word of the Day: Bucolic

I grew up in a bucolic setting. I was privileged to be surrounded by country, complete with grass, trees, forest, brooks, swamp and hills. We had stone walls separating our fields from brown dirt roads, and one of my favorite pastimes was seeking out unusual rocks. I climbed trees, went ice skating and sledding, swimming, and building dams in the brooks, and hunted vining ground plants for Christmas wreaths in the woods. I searched spring meadows for the first blooms of the season, dodged tent caterpillars hanging from huge trees, swung from haylofts on unsteady ropes, and marveled at the sun shown colors on rainbow trout. A huge oak tree provided a wooden swing where I spent a lot of time, observing Red Winged Blackbirds on the swamp cattails, or leaning back and seeing the Baltimore Orioles’ long nests above me.

Having two hundred acres to roam free letting my imagination run wild as I acted out scenes from books was such a treat. These are just a few of the many advantages I had as a child growing up in such a setting.

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Bucolic – Word of the Day Challenge

Share Your World July 2019

1. If I could drive I would. In the past I have stopped and never regretted it.

2. Definitely less mannerly. It’s unbelievable sometimes, the lack of common courtesy displayed in public.

3. Nothing. I have died twice in a hospital, and nothing. No white lights, demons, or angels.

4. At a Trump rally, wearing red hats, Nazi uniforms and peaked white sheets.

Gratitude: I am grateful every day just to be alive, see the sun, nature, and family. I admit the above answers seem a bit down for my usual attitude, but sleep has evaded me for a couple of months. I hope to remedy this in the next few weeks.

I add that being here in this community is a top shelf piece of gratitude. I appreciate all of you!

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https://sparksfromacombustiblemind.com/2019/07/01/share-your-world-7-1-19/