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Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
What makes night within us may leave stars.
Victor Hugo Quotes
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Monday Memories: Guardian of the Range
Welcome to another edition of Monday Memories. This poem was originally written in January, 2019. This version has been updated and edited, but it still tells the same story through poetry.
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A tardy, spring snowstorm assaults the grassy range
It provides a local rancher with extra work and pain
A newborn calf has lost her way in the heavy snow
She needs to be found soon before the wind blows
A solitary cowboy proceeds into the storm on his horse
He prepares to track down the stray calf in due course
An oversized winter coat protects him from the bitter cold
He pulls down a worn, black hat and looks ready and bold
The horse stands majestic and obeys each command
He and the cowboy will tackle the work hand in hand
The courageous pair rides together into the nasty storm
Both will be tested to rescue the lonely calf before morn
The snowflakes thankfully hesitate for a moment or two
Now the cowboy follows the calf’s tracks, totally in view
The stout horse plows through the snow so white
The lost calf may soon be discovered in their sight
The frightened calf huddles near a sheltering Ponderosa pine
She appears weak, cold, exhausted, and running out of time
The cowboy gathers the bawling calf in his brawny arms
He places her on the front of his saddle, away from harm
The threesome struggle to reach a much warmer place
Everyone looks forward to warm nourishment to taste
They journey to the ranch as quickly as possible
The loss of a vigorous calf is no longer probable
The cowboy dismounts and allows the calf to sprint free
She hurries to her waiting mother who is pleased to see
Mother and daughter stand together, united at long last
The calf nurses and sucks nourishment amazingly fast
The trusty and faithful horse is now saddle free
He devours extra oats with tasty hay with glee
The range’s guardian has returned home safe and sound
He finds his anxious wife and son, who no longer frown
The family of three feel graciously loved and blessed
The faithful shepherd has returned from a stern test
Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It’s jolted by every pebble on the road.
Our best successes often come after our greatest disappointments.
Haiku Series #35 (Life)
Switching
Summer leaves early
Autumn arrives with fanfare—
Glorious colors
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Like None Other
Meeting years ago
Time shared with one’s special mate—
Love for a lifetime
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Alone
Quiet days and nights
Feeling lost and forgotten—
Taken for granted
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Paul Claudel Quotes
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Jesus did not come to explain away suffering or remove it. He came to fill it with His presence.
Speak about Christ only when you are asked. But live so that people ask about Christ!
Highway Rescue
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Blanche drives home after work one late afternoon. The freeway is slow with traffic due to a heavy rainstorm.
As she approaches her exit, traffic has spread out a bit. However, the rain has picked up in intensity. The car’s wipers are working overtime now so she can see the highway a bit more clearly.
As she glances across the median, she notices a man pulled off on to the right shoulder. He deposits a small kitten along the road and quickly drives away.
Blanche can’t believe it. She pulls over to the right shoulder on her side of the freeway, and turns on the car’s emergency flashers.
Upon leaving her car, she pulls her large purse up over her head, checks for traffic, and hurries across the median to the marooned kitten. The rain is drenching her clothing, and she can barely see her way.
Upon reaching the terrified little feline, she picks her up and stuffs the soaking wet kitten into her large purse. She carefully and quickly makes it back across the freeway to her waiting car.
Once inside, she pulls the frightened kitten out of her bag, pats her on the head, and allows her to snuggle on her lap. She is just a few minutes away from home.
When a rain-soaked Blanche walks into the kitchen with the dry kitten cuddled in her arms, her husband looks up from the stove (he is making dinner). In a calm voice, he comments, “Well . . . at least one of you is dry.”
This story is inspired by my sister-in-law’s actual rescue of a cat along a highway where she lives. The cat now has a new home with her mother. The picture above is actually one of my daughter’s cats. She and her husband provide a home for three cats (two females and one male) rescued from shelters.
Haiku Series #33 (Life)
Classic
Driving in style
His Montana Cadillac—
Four-wheel drive pick-up
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The Chase
Driving the highway
Following the sun all day—
Brilliant setting sun
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Never Lost
Cruisin’ down the road
Jammin’ to favorite tunes—
Bringin’ me back home
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Do you have any memories of rolling on down the highway? If so, feel free to comment and start a conversation.
Reba McEntire Quotes
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To thrive in life you need three bones. A wishbone. A backbone. And a funny bone.
It’s very important to surround yourself with people you can learn from.
Count Your Blessings
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This rhyme was anonymously posted on the wall of a small donut shop.
As you travel through life brother
Whatever be your goal
Keep your eye upon the donut
And not upon the hole
From Psalm 23:5-6: “You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord my whole life.”
Daniel Pennac Quotes
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We human beings build houses because we’re alive, but we write books because we’re mortal.
All it takes is one teacher–just one–to save us from ourselves and make us forget all the others.
The grief dug by those who leave makes the nest of those who arrive in the hearts of those who hope.
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