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Weekly Scribblings -- The Hunt, Little but Old

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Hunkered Down

I'm hunkered down not hidden very well

Like a little bunny rabbit, real still

You'll see me if you're looking really good

Little but actually I'm very old

My bones are brittle my joints are rusty

A terrible stew not good for cooking

Here with my friends violets and pansies

Shaking in fear--good catch I wouldn't make

Dust over blue terrible color too

Please walk on by I'm not the one for you

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- 2009 link for story of the car find, another car and a couple of other photos as well, https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2009/08/model-t-ford-garage-carportshed-find.html?m=1

- I am linked with Magaly Guerrero at The Weekly Scribblings #69, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/05/weekly-scribblings-69-of-hunt.html -- Magaly wanted us to write as the being/object being hunted. I went with my friend John one Saturday morning in 2009 to find and see these cars. He was in the market for a Ford Model T but did not buy this 1926 one, nor either of the other two which I had published in my 2009 posting.

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Labels: Antiques, Cars, Story, Story Poem, Weekly Scribbling 21

A Poem -- The Wolf

Wolf on (My) Wall

Guarded by the wolf on his wall

Safe from the bad his wolf would howl

From bright mornings through the dark nights

Brave wolf was there easing his frights

The wolf could scare away all bad

Growl, howl, even bite for his lad

Rain, snow and hot sun boy could call

Big Gray Wolf was there standing tall

He'd guarded the dad now the son

A hundred years old feared no gun

Loved by the town not to be downed

Painted for them artist renowned

This boy has grown, feeble and frail

Big Gray Wolf hangs above the rail

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- I am linked with Sherry Blue Sky in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/11/wordy-monday-with-wild-woman-wolf-mother.html?m=1

- This morning I dug my old picture out for a photo-op. It is waiting to be hung again, "above the rail." I have embellished but the print is nearly a hundred years old. My sister still thinks it is a scary picture. We are old but not real frail.

- More info, heritage, etc, Worthopedia

Labels: A Tribute, Animals, Antiques, Jim's Life, Poem, Real Toads, Rhyme, Syllabic Form

Country School Days

At the Corner

Today he was first there at the corner

Ready for school, he would wait for the girls

Soon they would be coming, most often they'd

be at the corner first waiting for him.

The three of them would exchange their greetings

and tell just a little bit of their life

Bits and pieces in place they would grow up

More than just buddy buddy they were chums

Nothing romantic, those thoughts never told

Teens a bit naïve to grownup's fun ways

didn't keep them from school kids' pillow talk

A little here and there monkey business

Puzzled by biological urges

All staying low, a mystery to them

Exploration away from the classroom

None of that this morning, school business waits

They were in different grades, still bosom friends

Older girl tenth grade, little sister eighth

Him the middle at nine, shared the class room

Teacher's a dunce they thought, she wore no bra

That's country school back then, the upper grades

One room for them, seven, eight, nine, and ten

Three kids in top three grades, two in seventh

Barn held six horses, these three and three more

Though no romance their crushes filled the air

His for two girls who rode with him plus one

The other two were laying bids for him

But he loved his horse more than those girls

After class the horses pulled at the reins

Fine oats were waiting, they tried to hurry

Teens were in no haste, made their horses plod

Plan for the morrow, part at the corner

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- (Photo is my ScreenPrint of #2 of nine supplied by Margaret at the link below. She discovered her pictures while antique shopping and posted nine for inspiration for us to write.)

- I'm linked with Margaret in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/03/artistic-interpretations-with-margaret.html

- Note: I have seen copies of the picture I used before but I have no idea where. I suppose the artist was in the nineteenth century and sold copy rights for not much. I probably would buy one if it were available for a reasonable price.

Labels: Antiques, Artistic Interpretations, Historical Artists and Poets, Personal-Challenge-2019, Poem, prose poem, Story, Syllabic Form

Gold ~~ A Tuesday Platform little Poem

Gold?

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No
All that glitters is not gold

This glittering little red truck
is more precious than gold to me

Should you get a little red truck
take you where e're you want to go

My glittering little red truck
will cost an arm and leg to you

'Cause my precious little red truck
worth to me more than all the gold

Keep your gold leave my truck alone

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Poem Copyright © 2008 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform.
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/09/the-tuesday-platform.html

Marian calls for a poem, old or new. This one is old, back from 2008
http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-single-impression-gold.html

Labels: Antiques, Cars, Jim's Life, Syllabic Form, Tuesday Platform

Open Link Monday -- Abou Ben Adhem

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Abou Ben Adhem

By Leigh Hunt 1784–1859 Leigh Hunt

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)

Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,

And saw, within the moonlight in his room,

Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,

An angel writing in a book of gold:—

Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,

And to the presence in the room he said,

"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,

And with a look made of all sweet accord,

Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."

"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"

Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,

But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,

Write me as one that loves his fellow men."

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night

It came again with a great wakening light,

And showed the names whom love of God had blest,

And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest

Poem copied from the Poetry Foundation, http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173698

The picture above was my annual "school picture." I believe that I was in the fifth grade, our school taught eight grades but some were empty. I was five when I started. My sister, Lois (link), is front row right, standing near the teacher. She was four or five, depending on when the picture was taken, and had started in the first grade.

This was the second and longer poem that I had ever memorized. (My first poem memorized was "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer).
I had come to like this poem and somehow I applied it to my life. It probably calmed for life some of my bad side bones and helped set my personality.

The poem was in an old poetry book that I found rummaging upstairs in an unused bookcase. The bookcase had belonged to my father's aunt, Aunt Minnie. The book was either hers or my mom's from her younger days.
I still have that little book, a paperback, someplace packed away for now.

Here is some author material the bottom from the bottom of the page linked to above:

"RELATED CONTENT

Discover this poem’s context and related poetry, articles, and media.

Poet - Leigh Hunt 1784–1859

POET’S REGION - England

SCHOOL / PERIOD - Romantic

Subjects - Religion, God & the Divine

Poetic Terms - Couplet"
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Monday, I am linked with Kerry at the Real Toads, Open Link Monday (link)

Her Challenge: "Do you have a poem that you would like to share with us today? (see above) Please link up a piece of your choice and join us in reading and responding to the best of online poetry. (see below)"
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Abou Ben Adhem
Leigh Hunt, my inspiration
Stayed with me for life
Old book of poetry mine
One treasure never stolen

Tanka poem and School picture Copyright, © 2014, 2010, Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Labels: [math not permitted using figures from this page], Antiques, Open-Link-Mondays, Real Toads, Tanka

Skeletons

The telling of my skeletons

I love to tell of my skeletons, brash

Grotesque, once they roamed the prairies with pride

Instead today, they hang around my house

There is this other fellow

he's thriving in my closet

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Today I am linked with Margaret at the Real Toads, Artistic Interpretations (link)

Margaret has an excellent of post showing skeletons on display by various artists. Go see (link). She also has asked us for our "artistic interpretations." This was mine, very simple, like I am.

The steer head skull I have here is one I rescued from my 'bachelor son', Tim. He had is laying under a tree in his front yard (garden to U.K. people) . I had always wanted one and now have this one on my request. Thanks, Tim. The red is two-fold, a University of Nebraska flag, but it also represents the matador's cape just in case he could have had a Skelton in his closet.

We have a family skeleton our closet. It belonged to Mom, she died with all the details, keeping it well. I would have loved to have known more, she was a bit ashamed of it (or more perhaps like did not want to boast).

There was this family, we believe with royalty, with a person in Mom's line who married out of favor and as a result was disowned. There were two mysterious visitors who came, once when she was younger and still at home. He was wearing a uniform, perhaps like a Prussian. We don't know details of this visit.

Then after WWII someone came, Dad said he was offering money which she declined. Reparation funds we all think. Sounds of a Charles Dickens' tale. I loved reading Bleak House (Link).

Labels: Antiques, Family, Poem, Syllabic Form

Hub Cap Reflections ... Looking At the Sky

I got this one because I liked the truck. I didn't have Sky Looking in mind then. So it doesn't show much sky. The vehicle is a 1950 Ford Pickup truck.

This one does show some sky. It is on my friend's 1951 Lincoln that was pulled along side me on a public street waiting for the light to change.

The picture on the left shows that we are really on the street. You can see my 1974 Green Mustang II Ghia in the hubcap, waiting beside it for the light to change.

The light did change. Now the '51 Lincoln is the fourth car up. I showed this one for you to see a SKY PICTURE. I didn't want to cheat too badly for this Sky Looking Day post.

An added goody, this road is closer than two miles away (south) of our home. We were on our way to another car club meeting at a member's home. He lives in our subdivision, less than a mile from me.

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Labels: Antiques, Cars, Jims Does, Looking At the Sky, Texas Skies, Travel

Getting there is half the fun ... Looking At the Sky

Our local Early Ford V-8 Club had an outing. We went to the Lienda Plantation after meeting at 10:00 in the morning to drive together from Magnolia, Texas.

These pictures show a little of the Texas scenery we encountered along the way. We were south of the hills we have around our home in Montgomery, everything was flat. There weren't even any freeways with those little overpass bumps.

A few of the cars were newer than our charter recognized. I was in my 1998 Ford Mustang GT Convertible (scroll down in picture), with the top down, there were a 1957 Ford T-Bird and a 1980's Mercedes belonging to members who did not drive their early fords.

Early Fords are from 1932 to 1953, the years that Ford had a flat head V-8 engine as an option.

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click over to Crazy Working Mom…

Labels: Antiques, Cars, Driving Pictures, Jim Does, Looking At the Sky, Texas, Texas Skies, Travel

Wordless Wednesday #075 — "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" — "Only a mother could love this baby"

Ruby Red Tuesday for this week is over at
JIM'S LITTLE BLOG (link)
+ my sister, Lois', birthday greeting

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Labels: Antiques, Humor, Italy, Jim's Life, Travel, Wordless Wednesday

One single impression: Gold

Gold

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No
All that glitters is not gold

This glittering little red truck
is more precious than gold to me

Should you get a little red truck
take you where e're you want to go

My glittering little red truck
will cost an arm and leg to you

'Cause my precious little red truck
worth to me more than all the gold

Keep your gold leave my truck alone

Tag for more poems: One Single Impression
prompted today by (thank you) Gemma Wiseman of Gemma's 'Greyscale Territory' - Poetic Songlines
Tag: Jim's OSI

Labels: Antiques, Cars, Jim's Life, One Single Impression, Poem

More toys -- Wordless Wednesday # 055

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For Sale! 1974 Volkswagon Thing -- -- -- -- Wordless Wednesday # 047

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Large print typewriter -- Wordless Wednesday # 043

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Labels: Antiques, Books, Grandchildren, Humor, Wordless Wednesday