Dear Friends

[view from our back porch, early in the morning]

[please click on picture for larger size] 

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Dear Friends;

or, hit the highway, please 

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I'm writing you today

because another year is here

that I won't be there,

to visit with you 

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It's been a while,

your crops are in,

why don't you take a break

and come see us? 

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We can do Houston in, like 

take a ride up the Ship Channel

on the Fire Inspection Boat. 

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We can visit a museum or two,

Houston has over twenty-five
Restaurants a plenty too, eat ourselves silly

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Or we can play a round or two of golf. 

Again Houston has a plethora of these,

so very many of the 1041 courses in Texas. 

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And we can keep you busy

with other things, exotic shopping, picnics,

or go to the beach, to a park or two of the many,

and so on and so on.  

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But most of all I'd like to see you all, here. 

We are getting old, our bones are tired.

Driving isn't as much fun as it used to be,  

.

and to be really honest,

it's your turn to come down to our place

..
Picture and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

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Today I'm linked with 'Herotomost' at the Real Toads, Lost Art (link)  

He thinks that letter writing is a lost art and has asked us to write a letter to a friend, a business, or most anyone.  I chose this one, but the message is correct to all my friends who live elsewhere, "please come stay a spell. "

 

Crazy in Love

The two lovers sneaked away from the rest

She had wanted to go, he followed her

There they sat on the steps, close, side by side

Said to him, show me yours, I'll show you mine

He never forgot that day, cherished it

Stowed away on those cellar steps, age five

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Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

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Today I'm linked with 'Fireblossom' at the Real Toads, Get Listed (link)

.At the link, Fireblossom has a list of words from which we were to use at least three.  I used 'crazy', 'love', and 'stowaway'.  I fudged a little on the last word, she won't mind, I hope. 

In the Shed -- Flash Fiction 55

 

In the Shed

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It's in the shed, she said

You go look for yourself

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Memories were coming

Coming back, haunting me

Nothing good ever came

Never from in the shed

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My cat died in the shed

Father's strap, spanking there

Once smoked terrible stuff,

in that shed, oh so sick,

Stirring there, I don't go
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Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

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Today I'm linked with Hedgewitch at the Real Toads, Flash Fiction 55

Rules are to "write a poem, prose poem, or piece of flash fiction which uses exactly 55 words to tell its story."  Mine is 55 words with title.  It's fiction but could be true for some.