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Bridges

Bridges have been in my life

all my life

I love them and some of my

fondest memories are the

bridges my father built

during my childhood

So many different ones …

Cement …

Steel …

Suspension …

Swinging …

Long …

Short …

All have their own stories

as I have my stories

with them …

Perhaps one day I will

write about

‘Bridges I Have Known’

 

Copyright © 2016 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

 

Bacon Magic

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Bacon Magic

Being a properly raised southern girl

I grew up knowing the magic of bacon

Of course, the ability to wake the

dead when cooked early in the morning

is just one piece of bacon magic

That delicious aroma wafting

through the house can bring forth

the most die-hard late sleeper

 

As Emeril says, “Pork fat rules!”

Yes it certainly does!

Bacon added to anything enhances

other flavors and tickles the

taste buds of everyone I know

 

Now … I grew up with the

traditional aluminum bacon

grease can with a strainer that

was part of the obligatory

kitchen canister set

That can held a place of

honor next to the cook top

where it was readily available

to season almost anything

needing some magic

It was there if bacon

cooked for breakfast did

not produce enough ‘grease’

to fry a proper egg

Handy to add to the bottom

of an iron skillet before

buttermilk biscuits were baked

 

Not owning one of the necessary

aluminum canister sets I have to

use the universal substitute to save

my magic bacon elixir …

a Mason jar that sits at the back of

my stove-top just as handy as the

aluminum dripping can was when

I was growing up watching my

Mom create Kitchen Poetry every

time she prepared a meal

 

As I write, my mouth waters thinking

about freshly snapped green beans

and new potatoes cooked with a good

splash of bacon magic in the pot

I have yet to master the flavor my

Mother created when she cooked

this combo … and I never will

 

The older I become, the more I

use bacon magic in my cooking

Not only does it make my food delicious …

But …

it brings back such lovely

food memories from childhood

 

Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

 

 

 

Looking Toward Home

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Looking Toward Home

 

After years of traveling

bouncing from here to there

the time had come to find

my way home

 

That was a scary decision

to be settled…

in one place … stable

after years of wandering

 

Returning to your

childhood home can

either be a blessing

or a curse

Especially when that

home is small…

rural…

that place when you

got in trouble at

school the neighborhood

grapevine told your mom

No need for a call from

school letting her know

 

Was I ready ….

no willing to live

there again where

everyone knows

everyone and their

business as well

 

No turning back

the decision made

the move planned

now …

there is only

HOPE

for the future …

 

Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Fireflies…

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Fireflies…

Gentle breezes

A star filled night

 

Memories return of

nights like this

Secure in my

mother’s arms

watching fireflies

Dance…

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Memories…

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Memories…

Looking into the

depths of the

continual flowing

water…

that dark blue

of an Artesian well

from her childhood

 

Submerged memories

flow up from her

soul matching the

bubbling water

Memories as cold

and clear as that

continually

flowing well

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Childhood TV Rituals

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Childhood TV Rituals

Today’s children are missing

the wonderful part of their

lives that those known now

as ‘Boomers’ took for

granted every day

Yet…

influenced so much

of our lives…

our learning…

shaped personalities…

futures…

 

A simple thing

But…

A powerful tool

in learning back

in the day through

the unknown…

the funny…

the zany…

and…

touching…

 

Something faithfully

watched every

morning before

school (if Mom allowed)

every afternoon when

homework was cone

Always a Saturday

morning ritual not

to be messed with

 

That wonderful

wacky world

of television

Cartoons…

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Swinging Bridge – Day 17 April PAD

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Swinging Bridge

Growing up we

spent time at the

Swinging Bridge

spanning the Colorado

River dividing two

Central Texas counties

We would run across

shouting with joy

and setting the

bridge into motion

An elaborate Rope and

Lumber affair back then

It saw hay-rides…

school field trips…

necking in the moonlight…

And…

way too many late-night

keg parties where some

drunk fool jumped into

the river below and

could not figure out

how to get climb

the river bank

Today…

it has been refurbished

for at least the second

time

Now being held high

above the Colorado with

huge steel ropes attached

to cement stanchions on

each end…

Yet…

It still has its

wooden deck and a

nice sway when

driven across

Or…

better yet…

when a herd of

screaming children

experience the joy

of running from

one county to

the next!

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Today’s prompt…write a ‘swing’ poem.

Hair Wars – Day 1 PAD

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Hair Wars

I have always had a love
hate relationship with
my hair
A continual battle
that began somewhere
in my 12th year of life

Most days the hair
wins … even more now
years later than I am
willing to admit

I had straight long
black hair that behaved
until the magic of
“womanhood” began

At that point my once
straight locks became
unruly, curly, frizzy,
and maddening

Of course, this all
happened when the
rule was long straight
parted down the
center to create a
curtain of hair falling
on each side of the face
silky and lively enough
for the mandatory
hair flip at just the
right time … that hair
flip could mean so
many different things
indifference …
disgust …
interest in that special boy …
the list is endless

But …

Wild…
Unruly…
Curly…
Frizzy…
Bush-woman hair
was impossible
to flip … it just
DID NOT WORK

All sorts of
potions…
irons…
ironing…
soda can rollers…
nothing could
tame that wild mess

Adolescence …
that period of time
we hated…
loved
endured…
fought…

Not even crazy
hair could keep
that struggle in line

The battle still
wages …
acceptance of the
unruliness
and…
acceptance of
the grey that
refuses to be
covered

But…
Purple hair I
have found is FUN
regardless of how
it chooses to
BEHAVE!

This is my Day 1 Post for the Writers Digest PAD for April Challenge. The prompt was ‘resistance’.

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Bridge Builder’s Daughter

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Bridge Builder’s Daughter

Part gypsy…

They went where

the bridges were

 

The ones needing

to be fixed…

The ones needing

to be built…

 

A normal childhood

at least for her

Moving when necessary

Learning the lingo

 

She never had a

Swing Set…

But…

Always had a custom

built 2×4 sandbox

and a board and rope

swing if there was

a tree near by

 

She never had

a dollhouse…

But…

Knew all about

sand, gravel, water

and cement mixed

just right like cake

batter to be poured,

planed and swept

 

She never had a

red wagon

But…

Knew either and

mercury were needed

to start stubborn

heavy equipment

 

She never had a

tree house or a

play house

But…

knew all about

rebar, curing mats

and how to light

a coal oil smudge

pot in the days

before battery

operated flashing

lights to warn people

in the dark that

construction was

ahead

 

She didn’t have many

of the things other kids

her age had

But…

She had love and

that’s all that

mattered…

 

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Farm House Rules

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Farm House Rules

My grandmother lived in an old
farm-house on a black dirt East
Texas farm when I was a
very young child
 
Just her with my two uncles
My grandfather long dead
before I was born
 
Spartan…
No paint…
Wide front porch
Bathroom with a 
claw foot tub and sink
But…
Other business took
place outside
 
A square refrigerator
wearing a coil bonnet
the kitchen lighted by
a single bulb hanging
in the middle of 
the room
 
Country living…
Daylight to dark
Farm House Rules
Sweet Childhood…
 
© 2014 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

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