Today we join Two SPOILED CATS
Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.
This is today's inspiration
Remember your Angels are Watching
Thursday, April 2, 2020
23 comments:
Please leave a meow or bark for Angel Madi...her assistant (aka Mom) will respond in a timely fashion. =^..^=
Life is short, spend it with those who make you laugh
“Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy.” (Leo F. Buscaglia)
TONS OF HUGS
Cecilia and Angel Madi
Email: candb214@att.net
oh that is a super poem what fits so perfectly!!!
ReplyDeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteHAH, yes, such places are now 'des-res'!!! Nicely done Miss C. YAM xx
Your poem is spot on!
ReplyDeleteComing from a family where deafness in old age is a problem, I'm very aware how hard this social distancing business will be for the hard of hearing.
Cheers, Gail
That is a lovely poem, and everyone would like a place to get away from it all.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem.....that old house brings to mind so many thoughts and somehow the times we're living in adds a different nuance to our poetry.......that little cabin looks isolated which is how many of us are feeling these days! Thanks for being one of our poetry partners every week!! STAY SAFE........
ReplyDeleteHugs, Pam
That is a perfect poem for that adorable little cottage.
ReplyDeleteGood words you have written! Just love a front porch and it looks like it has a roomy back porch, too. I could be happy there... as long as it had indoor plumbing! And a Publix close!
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem, if a bit sad.
ReplyDeleteI hope some wild animals are using that house for themselves now!
I love the little cabin. These are sad times indeed.
ReplyDeletethe movie we watched last night was full of these houses, a whole village of them from 1865. when this little cabin came up my heart hurt for the people in those houses even though I love the house and the photo of it. your poem is perfect for these times and the photo.... my view was colored by the story I saw. it is The Free State of Jones.
ReplyDeleteVery fitting for the times.
ReplyDeleteKlem
That's a great poem for that picture and for what we are living through right now. Maybe the hearing aid business will get a boost from so many people realizing they can't hear well enough.
ReplyDeleteOnce again, your inspiration is an outstanding piece of work! As is your springlike decor here at home in NC. Love the bkground & header.
ReplyDeleteYa, I thought of you right away with the 'red' jewelry for the hunt. Wonder why? lol
I bet there are lots of old stories from that little ramshackle house. But your story summed them up!
ReplyDeleteGREAT poem!!
ReplyDeleteThe Florida Furkids
Applause, Applause!! Great job C!!
ReplyDeleteAmazing how people used to live so far from each other!!
ReplyDeleteI grew up far from the city. You could turn a circle and everything you would see was our land. It was nice.
ReplyDeleteLove your poem.
Have a fabulous day, my friend. Big hug. ♥
Well done, so true. XO
ReplyDeleteAwww, that really was a wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteYep, that is the way now fur sure.
ReplyDeleteI am going to need one of those old timey ear horn things.
ReplyDeleteTimely poem and reminder of times past.
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