Trick or treating skies in Warsaw Indiana

I just saw and touched this gem!

Playing With a Photo I Took

Green n Gold

I Am not Shy

Read to the End of my Halloween Story

Johnny was the bad boy. He was a bully to his sister when he was young. He took her toys a way from her. He jumped out and scared her. He liked anything that would make her get scared or cry.

Ava and Don were his parents. They saw what he was doing many times but they would always come back with the same remark; boys will be boys. He will grow out of it.

When Johnny went to middle school and upper grades, he was always being called into the office for skipping days. The principal hated his smart-alec attitude. He would try talking to him, threatening him, calling the parents; but nothing worked. The principal felt guilt for thinking he couldn’t wait to get that kid out of his school, but he did think it and often.

Johnny did end up quitting school in the tenth grade. School seemed to get better and calmer after the bad kid left, but out on the streets it became eerie. His parents told him he was old enough to get a job,” so get to it”.

Johnny had several jobs as cooks, dishwasher, waiters but after a few weeks he just didn’t go back. There was something definitely wrong with this kid.

It was October 31st, 1967. Johnny and his hood friends were out. Their goal was to destroy as many properties as possible with eggs, toilet paper etc. They had all been drinking and probably would have been better off sitting in jail.

They came upon an addition where the houses looked neat and complete with tidy yards. At least two vehicles sat in each driveway. This was going to be their major drop for their dirty treating for the night.

They hid under a big, old elm tree. They got all their supplies out and divided them with in the group. One of the boys raised his hand to throw the first tomato.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a huge, dark, wispy shadow. It was coming towards them. Although it was dark, the shadow seemed darker and scary looking. He dropped the tomato and looking at the other guys, each just shrugged their shoulders as if saying, “get over it fraidy cat.”

The shadow came closer and closer. Soon it was hovering over the group of boys. Without a blink of an eye, it sucked them up like the end of a hose on a professional sweeper. In a poof, they were gone.

What do you think happened to those boys readers? Can you fill in the end of this story?

Written by,
Terry Shepherd

 

No Rhyme or Reason

The heart has a mind of its own

The soul knows familiarity 

The feelings ignore the warnings

It’s often a scrambled mess.
We’ve been through painful alley

We swear will not enter those doors again

But the days spent not within the realms

Leaves a solitude and a void.
Questions can become targets

Answers can’t be found

The lips become unmoving

We don’t know the reasons why.
A voice comes over the phone

Excitement raises once again

There is no rhyme or reason

We just know it feels so good.
Written by my feelings, 

Terry Shepherd

To the Ones I Love

Who said love is for the moment

On a whim, we fall in love

I have felt a love like no other

The day God sent you from above. 
I was placed here on this earth

With reasons he only knew 

I had many life long lessons

As my mind and body grew
Schools taught me reading and writing

And respect for other’s views

How to add and multiply

And obey the golden rules
Life taught me I’m not perfect

And consequences follow

Mistakes that I have made

Have made my heart not shallow
I learned when I fell in love

It was exciting as could be

And I knew it was forever

When you asked, Will you marry me.
The blessings from a marriage

Were counted one by one

When each of you were born

A daughter and two sons.
I watched you all grow up

And have families of your own

The heart has so much room

As our family has been shown.
I have learned of pain and suffering 

As my parents and brother died

It didn’t matter; my tears or questions 

Or asking over, why and why.
Now the time has come

Where illness has come my way

I want you to always remember

I’ve loved you always and every day.
So keep in your memories 

Not the bad but happy days

And when I’m no longer here

Don’t cry, I’m not far away. 
Dedicated to the ones I love,

Written by, 

Terry Shepherd

October,  2017

For Those in Need

When I walk through darkness 

I see a light

It guides me back where I started

Says, don’t give up the fight.
When I feel all alone

And I begin to cry

God sends me an angel

To wipe my eyes.
When I can’t feel my faith

When I lay instead of walk 

You sense my need for comfort

You sit with me, and we talk.
We never are truly alone

No matter what you think or say

Because God is always watching

And will send help for you each day.
Written by my feelings, 

Terry Shepherd

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