Today we join Two SPOILED CATS
Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.
Here is our inspiration
Many years ago we traveled with a local group to Lancaster, PA. When we arrived in Amish County, we had a local guide. Part of the trip included visiting an Amish Farm. Several of the ladies on neighboring farms prepared lunch for us. They were Master Chefs of the Amish kitchens. The meal was delicious all cooked with propane no electricity. The home and gardens are tended by they females. The fields worked by the men. Immaculate is the best word to describe their homes, gardens, animals and fields. They take pride in everything they do.
My poem today comes from the letters in AMISH
Amazing
Masters at all they do
Incredibly kind
Simple, yet full lives
Humble
Masters at all they do
Incredibly kind
Simple, yet full lives
Humble
That's a ton of guys on the roof!
ReplyDeletewe love that poem!!!! and while you told that story about da amish, our dad brought veggie burgers home, he said they are made by the amish so they must be good! yes if they ever were made by the amish! he had no glasses and the burgers wer not from amish but from amy's kitchen und awful like all things of this brand hahahahahaha
ReplyDelete.....bwwwahahahahahahhaa..// OMG... I just choked on my porridge......
DeleteBwa! Haa!! Haaa!!! coffee just came out my nose!
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteMiss Cecilia - that is a most beautiful and meaningful anecdote and could not be more perfect for the picture. Can't help thinking that if the roof can withstand all those feet upon it, the barn will last a few generations!!! YAM xx
That is a lot of people on that roof. It makes you wonder how it doesn't collapse.
ReplyDeleteThat was a nice memory about the Amish Farm.
Great poem! Thankfully the Amish are keeping the wooden barn alive in Missouri and other parts of the country.
ReplyDeleteWOW! That's how you pitch in and get something done.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem!
ReplyDeleteThe Florida Furkids
Love your poem and barn raisings are so much fun to attend!
ReplyDeleteThat was a terrific poem! Our Mom and Dad used to live fairly close to Amish country and enjoyed visiting there...and eating there too!
ReplyDeleteWe enjoyed your story about visiting Amish country and your poem was perfect, too.
ReplyDeletebob lived in Lancaster for a couple of years, Perkasie is right next to it where he was born.. he tells tales about the building of the barns like this. the thing i don't understand. where do they think the propane comes from, A. it takes electric to MAKE the propane, to put it in the tank, trucks to deliver it. using products of electricity is the same as using electricity. makes no sense to me at all
ReplyDeleteI'm sure they must have built a very strong roof if so many men could stand on it!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem.....the spirit of the Amish in every letter of the word!
ReplyDeleteHugs, Pam
Love your new header.
ReplyDeleteYour take on the photograph is spot on. I so enjoy visiting Amish county when we were in Indiana. Such warm and wonderful people.
Have a fabulous Thankful Thursday, my friend. Big hug. ♥
Great poem. XO
ReplyDeleteFirst, I love your new header! And your poem ROCKS! I loved your explanation too. The Amish are much like the Hutterites in Alberta (where I grew up). Except they do use many modern conveniences (like trucks and power tool) but they still have barn raising and the women do all the inside work. Thank YOU for visiting us and your fabulishious posts and we hope you have a marvellously happy day!
ReplyDeleteThe perfect Poem for that Photo!!!
ReplyDeleteNice header - that is a very pretty mug.
Woos - Lightning, Misty, and Timber
They are very interesting people but I wish they treated their pets better.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely memory! I thinks Ma would find it hard to just do 'women's' work 😉
ReplyDeleteKisses,
Ruby ♥
It is pretty amazing to see an Amish barn raising. I'm from Amish country in PA.
ReplyDeleteDad says he saw this barn thing several times but we have never seen a fun poem like yours
ReplyDeleteThat is absolutely THE best poem there was in this contest!
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