#FWF Free Write Friday; Time & Place Scenario


birds-in-fieldOh that I may feel like I am flying.

Free as the breeze, air flowing through my lungs filling me up with new fuel.

Light as a feather of a new-born , freshly pecked out of its safe haven.

A new day, a new birth, no tears  to burden my journey.  Each thing I see is new and exciting.

I am able to move my thoughts around on my own accord. No one to soak my sponge with unclean thoughts.

My underbelly is pure as virgin snow, my wings flawless as a new angel receiving her own wings.

Today I will explore through my own keen eyes. Eyes which  have not been wiped nor smeared.

I am flying, I am flying, higher than lost balloons, higher than the tallest mountains.

Don’t try to trap me. Don’t think of a cage to watch my beauty. For I will shrivel up and turn colors of drab and grays. My soul will die and my feet will turn black. My eyes will become covered with a film that will destroy the beauty I once thought I saw.

Don’t force me to see the ugly in the world. Let me be me. Please do not tarnish my thoughts. For I am brand new, a vision in your eyes of nothing quite ever seen. Enjoy the gentle gliding, watch my span, marvel at what lays before you. Envy what you will never have but do no harm towards me. Do not try to poison me with your food of thoughts.

For I am your dreams, your desires, your wants and wishes. I will always remain within your view if only you do not try to reach out and touch me.free-write-friday-kellie-elmore



about a man and his dog

Who I am


Sergent lay gasping for air. His lungs filled with smoke. His nose was dry to the touch. Lying on his side, ribs digging into his soul he fights to make it. Refusing to give up what he is taught, to win.

To be patted on the head, have his belly rubbed. To get his favorite treats, to hear his master’s words of praise, this is what Sergent lived for.

Born on the outskirts of Columbus, Ohio Sergent was one of six pups. Bottle fed and being the runt of the litter made his life a struggle from the moment of his first breath. Yet he thrived out of the entire littler. One other pup, who had been born first, died.

Thus, he was named Sergent because he was a born fighter and survivor. Handled with care and a gentle push to be the best he grew into a well-rounded happy…

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Al’s Card Update

I have had a few ask about our address and I have sent the required information. Another blogger suggested a brilliant idea. Since Al is becoming confused and forgetful, sending a small photo of yourself or who ever is sending the card would be fantastic.

I am going to get a poster board and tack up all the cards and hopefully matching picture/photos beside each card.coca-cola-women-advertising-endorser-hilda-clark