It's raining!!!

Ernest Hemingway.  I read his "classic" "Farewell to Arms."  It was a tough sled getting through it and what a dreadful ending.  No wonder he killed himself. 

On of my memories of growing up in Northern Minnesota is walking on the freshly fallen snow.  I remember the sound of it crunching under my boots and the quiet when the snow was falling.  Wouldn't it be great to be walking in this picture right now? 

Mrs. Smith

Supposed to get some rain over the next 24 hours.  We'll see how that pans out. 

Now that's a storm trooper I could get behind!!

Scream into The Wind

Scream into the wind

If you think that you must

Rail at the shadows

Kick at the dust

Cry into your whiskey

So no one else hears

Damn your own darkness

Drown in your tears

Shriek at the loneliness

That no one else knows

Wail at your bitterness

Wallow in your woes

Huddle and grope

Your way thru your morose

Cower and hide

Don’t let others get close

then

Kick that old dread

To the curb with resolve

Look to the future

Work to evolve

Take a deep breath now

and shed your last tear

A new day dawns fresh

A new you is here

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole

Tough riding very far in those heels!!

Pac-man

I drop my shiny token

Into the token slot

Then I grab the joy stick

And give it all I got.

My little yellow Pac-man

Is running thru the maze

Eating all the yellow dots

Flying ‘round like he’s crazed.

The ghosts are in the center

Awaiting side by side

First one out is “Blinky”

Then “Pinky,” “Inky,” and “Clyde.”

My Pac-man eats a power pellet

The ghosts all turn and run

Fleeing at a rapid pace

Drat!  I only got one.

I move to the second level

My Pac-man running wild

Eating dots and feisty ghosts

Like they’re going out of style.

My Pac-man is eventually beaten,

Sadly, my turn is lost

A brief respite from reality

At such a little cost.  

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole