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Waiting For Spring

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Waiting For Spring

Waiting For Spring

Snow is melting

Ice is slick

Wind is blowing

Air is thick.

Winter still here

A tease of Spring

One day it’s freezing

Another day I sing.

February is short

And yet so long

Can’t wait for warmth

Barefoot or thongs.

For now I will just wait

And take a sample of Spring

The cold winds of winter

Will continue to ring.

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Terry Shepherd

02.21.2014

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Waiting For Spring

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Waiting For Spring

Snow is melting

Ice is slick

Wind is blowing

Air is thick.

 

Winter still here

A tease of Spring

One day it’s freezing

Another day I sing.

 

February is short

And yet so long

Can’t wait for warmth

Barefoot or thongs.

 

For now I will just wait

And take a sample of Spring

The cold winds of winter

Will continue to ring.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

02.21.2014

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Daily Prompt; Dream Home

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You win a contest to build your dream home. Draft the plans.

 

Photographers, artists, poets: show us DREAMS.

No words needed. You can vision  my dream. If I had money to spend for me alone, this would be me, where I live, who I represent. Now the big question is, Who’s Going To Build Me This?

log-cabin-roof1log cabinlog cabin bedroomlog cabin living roomlog_cabin_bathroomlog cabin kitchenlog cabin porchlakeside_cabins-1749Log cabin on a snow covered landscape, Steamboat Springs, Colorado, USA

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I Fear Not Your Power

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Oh winds you show your power today

My senses feel the hidden forces

It makes me tremble and shiver

As I know what you have done before

Windows rattle shutters bang

Dead leaves tossed in mid-air

Children buried inside their coats

Trying to walk against your winds

Could it be you are trying to help

Clean our land from before

Debris and already dead

Being hurled about

Tossing it on mounds of old

Giving way to new and clean

Ready for a season of growth

Or are you rebelling that your time

Has almost come to and end

And your tears show in sorrow

That you do not want the morrow near.

What ere your reason for what you do

I will be patient and watch your work

For I know that your time here is short

As a new birth of a season draws yet closer

Open your mouth and curl your lips

And give it all you have

I will pray for safety and strength

We will beat you at your game

You will not destroy what we

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Have worked so hard

We will be hiding behind the rock

For you will tire and need some rest

And you will leave us once again.

Terry Shepherd

02/19/2013

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Daily Prompt; Far From Normal

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Many of us think of our lives as boringly normal, while others live the high life. Take a step back, and take a look at your life as an outsider might. Now, tell us at least six unique, exciting, or just plain odd things about yourself.

Oh my gosh! This is so funny to me> the boring one. The chosen one for the boring category. They want me to tell all of you at LEAST six unique, exciting or just plain odd things about myself. Wow! Can I do it? Can I make myself sound like someone you would just love to have as a friend?

Let me think as I go along here.

Six things, unique or odd about me.

1. Well I can tell one thing about me right off the bat that is odd. I huddle under my blankets and heavy comforter and sleep with my fan on high-speed. Yep, even in the winter!

2. Maybe one thing about me is that I am a soul searcher. Not a gold finder. Not a loan shark, but a soul searcher in other people. I try real hard to find at least one good quality about each person I meet. After all God made you in his image. The least I can do is find something good too. Even my half-sister as well as we get along like dogs and cats, I still believe buried deep inside of her is a lonely woman who has never gotten over her husband’s death. I try to keep this in mind as I see her daggers coming towards me.

3. I love quietness. I think this is sort of an old-age thing but no matter what I will take it. Quietness for me does not necessarily mean no noise. It may mean only hearing my keyboard tap a way as I talk to you. It may mean that the noise I hear in the background is the Escape channel on Sirrus.

4. I love order, oh yes, order in my house and life. I hate surprises unless it is my birthday! LOL. It takes me a while to adopt to change. I know when my bills are coming due. I know pretty much what I am eating the entire day when I get up in the mornings. I like my house to be clean and unmessy.

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5. I absolutely love to walk but not alone. I still have not returned to my classes because of a lingering cough but am looking forward to the walking track and the pool. Come on cough, disappear!

6. The last thing about me is a love-hate relationship with men. I don’t see myself ever getting married now that I will be a year older in April, but I would love a companion to date. I hate being alone and yet I love it. Does this make any sense at all to you? Is it odd or what? It is what it is as my friends say so I just learn to accept that I am an odd creature.

 

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Another Season Gone

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Winter last so long

Where I live

It seems Spring’s so far away

I wish Winter would go a way.

Today is cold and dreary

Snow is sprinkling down

The grass that was green

Now white is lying on the ground.

Birds are on their way

To find their homes once had

Hibernating animals are

Are poking their heads and I’m glad.

One more month til legal Spring

And I am counting down

Please go a way dear winter

Let me get out and walk around.

Terry Shepherd

02/15/2013

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Daily Prompt; Through the Window/ The Daily Post

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Go to the nearest window. Look out for a full minute. Write about what you saw.

The big picture is gray. The only colors I see are the house colors and green grass. Many bare trees with fingers stretching, trying to locate their lost leaves. There is another color I can add, black. The tree trunks are very black from the rain we have had the past two days.

When I look closer in distance I see a black squirrel. He is waiting for me to throw him his peanuts. I will be leaving soon so I will do it then. I am sure he will still be close by. My home is the color of the skies, gray. They are a very close match today.

There is a fire pit that sits alone with ashes from last fall. It looks cold with its neutral colors of bricks surrounding it. I can see in my memories people standing around it laughing and talking. These are some of my best memories since I have moved in here.

There is a swing where my brother used to sit. Now it is still and empty. If I listen very close I can hear it calling to me. Soon it will be spring. You will be able to come join me. You can look up at the white puff clouds and swing relaxing the mind.

There is a nice picnic table that holds six to eight people. Now it is wet and shiny from the rain. No one is visiting. There are no foods or drinks with a pretty red table-cloth laying on top of the table.

The world looks baron but soon enough it will be once again filled with laughter and love, drinks and food and the lazy days of summer.

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