THIRTY DAY CHALLENGE--Day Twenty-Five

A photo a day for 30 days

The Saver

Today I thought I'd clean out the trunk,

And throw away some of that worn-out junk,

 

 The little red overalls, worn at the knee,

The raggedy sweater, used by my three,

 The faded old jacket that Kenny wore

The first time he went with his Dad to the store,

 The myriad anklets, many unmatched,

And several wee shirts, patched and unpatched,

The dress that's too small for Betty to wear,

The ribbon that never would stay in her hair, 

Paul's baby cap his old woolen bunting, 

Small worn things for which I'd been hunting,

Oh, I sorted out lots of worn-out junk,

Then I tenderly packed it all back in the trunk.

By Kathleen Wastlund

 Our first baby wearing the Mini-Tonka moccasins.

All the kids wore the Mini-Tonka moccasins.

THIRTY DAY CHALLENGE--Day Twenty Four

A photo a day for thirty days

Who will help me plant the wheat?

And who, these Harvesters,

And who, these close-shorn fields,

Desolate in short-cut stubble,

That stand, stiff in silence,

That wear the heavy tracks,

That have endured the harvest,

That yielded up their dead,

That bristle through the falling snow,

That whistle wind-song low?

Don Bouchard

THIRTY DAY CHALLENGE--Day Twenty-Three

A photo a day for 30 days

The Terrible Thing About Cindy

The terrible thing about Cindy
Is she packs a powerful punch.

I learned this yesterday at school
When I tried to take her lunch.

 I had only meant to tease her,

To make her squeal and twist.

The last thing I expected
Was her calculated fist.

 She socked me in the stomach;

She’s more than slightly deft.
And sent me stumbling to my knees
As she snatched her lunch and left.

 After that I was quite sorry

I had tussled with a pro –
I wish my friends had told me

 That she practiced tae kwon do.

~ Barbara Vance