I read an article in our local newspaper the other day that totally floored me. Did you know that teens are spending an average of nearly one thousand dollars these days on prom??
An Easter tradition at my house is an egg hunt for Darling Doggie Dallas.
I’ve managed to commandeer Mama’s blog again, and this time, I gotta tell ya, it was easy-peasy.
Nestled beneath his sheltering arms,
Protected from the storms of life.
Safe place to grow and thrive.
Every girl should be so lucky.
It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want — oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
Some parts of the country are already well into Spring, but the changing of the seasons comes later to those of us living in Central Illinois.
Trying to get home perhaps
Perhaps looking to get away
Away from abuse or too much love
Love that fattened a speckled puppy
Puppy with a brown leather leash
Leash that once meant long walks
Walks turn into frantic scrambling
Scrambling to find a way back home
Home before day turns into night.
Note: Driving home from Good Friday services, I caught sight of a small brown and white dog, perhaps a setter, trying to squeeze its pudgy self beneath a wire fence beside the interstate.
A long leash was attached to its collar. There were no houses nearby; just a gas station.
Part of me wanted to stop and help. To find the little guy’s owner, certain that some poor youngster would be missing her BFF and spending the night in tears.
The other part won out. I didn’t know if the dog was rabid, if it had left a situation worse than running along the highway, or if it knew exactly where it was and intended to get home in due time.
Don’t you think that people who take on the responsibility of a pet should care for it better??
P.S. This poetry form is called Chain Verse (and no, I didn’t know it either, before I did some proper research!!)
P.S. 2. Happy Easter to all my wonderful online friends!!