September 2014 Blog Posts (63)

Good Morning

Added by Loretta Riddell (Elohi) on September 30, 2014 at 8:50am — 1 Comment

Half wolf and some other mixture, mangy and nearly dead, the cattle drive boss had found him. He was hungry, half out of his head.

He’d taken him home on his saddle. He’d figured the pup wouldn’t

live through the night; but he’d rescued a real good scrapper who

had the know how to fight.

Ben gave him the name of ‘Courage.’ He still didn’t think he’d stay long.

A trail herds no place…

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Added by Word Painter on September 29, 2014 at 11:41pm — No Comments

Old sparky and Joe

OLD SPARKY AND JOE

Cowboy Joe and his old horse

both were now growing old;

They’d rode on many a path

They were curious and bold

But they’d known fun days of yesterday

but it weren’t the same today

Joe sure loved Old Sparky;

“Good friend” you’d hear him say

Old Sparky had been wild,

trained ‘a twisting bronc’ for cowpokes to ride

But old Joe… Continue

Added by Word Painter on September 29, 2014 at 11:00pm — 1 Comment

Monday

Another Unpromised Day

Wishing everyone a Fantastic Week a head of you..

Don't forget it is Coffee Day allDay so if that is something you like may you only drink the best of the best "Your…

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Added by Loretta Riddell (Elohi) on September 29, 2014 at 8:38am — No Comments

SARA SAID.....

SARA SAID ....

(Life and death from the viewpoint of a dog, as barked to her lady-person Vickey Stamps)

Foreword:

It is not quite two in the morning. I am talking to my neighborhood friend. (Just a little barking) My master disagrees and yells “Shut that up, Sara!” He makes more noise then I did. Oh well, he is a people and those kind have to be humored. I say to him “Don’t get yourself in an uproar!” and go back inside my dog apartment. My name is Sara. As you have most likely…

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Added by Word Painter on September 28, 2014 at 6:16pm — 1 Comment

THE FIDDLER Vickey Stamps 8/20/09 The old man cradled his violin across and over his heart, the rosined strings to the bow freshly applied. Now he stepped down as gently as he could upon his arthrit…

THE FIDDLER

Vickey Stamps 8/20/09

The old man cradled his violin across and over his heart, the rosined strings

to the bow freshly applied. Now he stepped down as gently as he could upon his arthritic legs, grateful there were only a few steps to the sidewalk. The home was older than he was and he thought perhaps that was enough to say about it.

It was the deep dusk just after sunset and before the dark of true night. He had finished up a brief performance with a… Continue

Added by Word Painter on September 28, 2014 at 5:36pm — 1 Comment

Christmas With The Alder Wood

CHRISTMAS WITH THE ALDER WOOD

© Vickey Stamps 12/4/09…. 9:30 a.m.

It was an old tree and if one were there at the right time and year, it might be seen to tug at its roots, limbering up its limbs and branches in a tall stretch. After all, even a tree such as this one, with its whitish-gray bark, could stand just so long over its many years with stillness. Granted of course were the times when the winds blew upon and against it, when…

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Added by Word Painter on September 28, 2014 at 5:30pm — No Comments

Finding Ourselves Again

Treading water

Trying to find a way back…

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Added by Loretta Riddell (Elohi) on September 28, 2014 at 1:31pm — No Comments

Good Morning

Sunday Morning

A day I have chosen to live as a child at heart

A day to believe Any thing and Every thing is

Possible

Can you remember the days when you were

innocent enough to "Believe in Yourself"

Added by Loretta Riddell (Elohi) on September 28, 2014 at 9:57am — 1 Comment

NEWS IN FROM THE WEB 9/28/2014

Four killed when semi crashes into college softball team's bus AND MORE

Earth justice Great News - Wolves Saved In Wyoming

Bravo Recalls Select Chicken and Turkey Pet Foods & More

"DON'T APOLOGIZE,RESIGN"

VTN REPORT: Your DAILY NEWS from Veterans Today Network

Freedom Outpost - Don't Tread on Us

Police Officer SHOT in Ferguson…

The Hill's E-news: September 28, 2014…

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Added by ROGER H. COOPER on September 28, 2014 at 6:22am — No Comments

MURMERS OF THE HEART

Murmers Of The Heart

© Vickey Stamps 3/4/14

Her parents had wanted her to be a boy child. Obviously that hadn’t happened, so the Matthew they’d decided on... for a Matthew, Sr., had become Mattie instead. They’d grown to love this only child with all their hearts.

She stood now in front of the closet she had shared with her husband all these long years. Two ‘Sunday go to meeting’ shirts hung there that they had indulged in for Mark, at the local mercantile. The rest of the…

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Added by Word Painter on September 27, 2014 at 11:41pm — 1 Comment

The Slave Ship

The Slave Ship © Vickey Stamps 8:30 p.m. (3/16/10)

The water was beyond choppy. No small strike and retreat type violent waves, but instead tall strong waves, rising up as if in battle against the huge ship. Within its hull and in its depth sat one soul across from another and row upon row from front to back with only a narrow opening to walk along.…

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Added by Word Painter on September 27, 2014 at 2:47pm — 3 Comments

Let There Be Light

Let There Be Light

What each of us see in this world of…

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Added by Loretta Riddell (Elohi) on September 27, 2014 at 12:34pm — No Comments

FOXHOLE

THE FOXHOLE

© Vickey Stamps Written, 12/12/09 11: 15 a.m.

It is Christmas Time, thinks the young soldier, not yet out of his teens, as he lies quietly in a shallow foxhole built from desert sand. He remains alert, but is unable to keep his entire thought from traveling to a place called home. He sees the family far away. He can almost smell the ham with its covering of cloves and pineapple slices secured to its surface. He pictures it pulled forth from the oven, steam and aroma…

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Added by Word Painter on September 27, 2014 at 12:18pm — 4 Comments

Re-Write (Etched In a Brothers Heart)

Added by Loretta Riddell (Elohi) on September 27, 2014 at 10:38am — No Comments

ONE MORE STEP….JUST ONE MORE STEP © Vickey Stamps

‘One more step…just one more step’ the grandmother thought. Some days she seemed to hurt all over. She wasn’t a youngster like the granddaughter living with her. She could complain but was too busy for such nonsense. Her thoughts shifted as she reached the mail box at the end of the short…

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Added by Loretta Riddell (Elohi) on September 26, 2014 at 11:19am — No Comments