The Bag Lady

Please, come and sit, join with me

A pleasant view, a cup of tea

Flowers, plants surrounding us

Relax, undo, and think thus:

Life is a garden if you choose

Beauty abounds in every view

No need to take an ocean cruise

To chase away those winter blues.

Come wallow in that pillowed chair

Surely your worries soften there

Winter woes leave, now untethered

Warming thoughts come, unfettered

Earl grey liquids soothe, refreshing

Problems disappear, decreasing

Spring is coming, sky is lightened

With sunny days often invited.

Come, enjoy this atmosphere

Good thoughts only, here

Surrounding you in lovely cheer.

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Lanterned windows glow

Sun slipping into pastels

Comforting twilight

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I woke up to snowplows and window scrapers at five and my curiosity drove me out of bed to see what all the fuss was about. Hardly anything! A few more inches of snow fell, but nothing like what it sounded like.

Snow, when I was a child in Vermont, drifted up to the second floor of our farmhouse and we had great fun jumping off the porch roof into it. We also tunneled, built forts, and enjoyed snow in whatever way we could. Sledding or skiing – not the way you think of it, but a pair of old six foot narrow pieces of wood (probably an ancient pair of cross country types) with a leather strap in the middle to tie your boots on. Of course we hardly ever made it to the bottom of the hill but that was expected. We also retrieved the new snow for a unique treat, “sugar on snow” – boiled maple syrup drizzled on a bowl of snow. Those were the days–really–of uninhibited fun and adventure.

In Colorado we skied, usually on off days, until it got too expensive, and drove to a place to sometimes participate but mostly watch grandkids sledding. I often wish my kids and grandkids could have experienced the fun and freedom I had.

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It’s not if you win or lose, it’s how you play the game.

Or something like that. There are many versions. Regardless of who originated the idea, it is a principle I’ve always used. Enjoy, have fun and no cheating. Whether it’s a game or sport or life in general.

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Sink or swim they choose

Float on the ripples or not

Always moving on

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #243 Swim&Float

Stop right there, Sky! I have to reload my phaser before we go in there.

That’s okay Nelson, those Canadian Mounties are no match for us, even here!

Yeah, without their horses, they’re dead meat!

But they have King, and he’s immune to our robotic dogs.

Well he’s just one and we have many, I think we’ll be okay.

(The two space jockeys loaded up and motioned the dogs to go ahead. As soon as they immersed into the screen, yelps from the robot dogs were surrounding them. One by one they fell at Sky’s inflated space boots. Nelson forged ahead, determined, but was blinded by a star’s reflection off the red Canadian uniforms. The two men were defeated.)

We underestimated them. Let’s reboot and try again.

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The three girls stood over the victim. Only one didn’t have a smile. She and the girl laying on the gym floor had been best friends in eighth grade. Now a year later, she hardly recognized her.

The team manager came running over.“Heavens to betsy, why’d you do that?”

“She deserved it! She’s been shoving, pushing, and elbowing us all week. We finally decided to fight back. She may be the top scorer, but she is mean!”

The girl on the floor stood up dizzily. The coach helped her to the side. This event finally made him take better control of his young athletes.

FOWC with Fandango — Victim

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My parents always tell me

Be whatever you want to be

Different choices outlined

On my wallpaper I see

I read a lot of books

My imagination soars

I love all the different looks

My mind is never bored

I think I’ll try a lot of things

To see what I might like

Loving the world as it comes

A scavenger hunt of life.

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