Oh lord and do I have some stories, not all of which are from the Arizona trip.
The dangers of “Farm Fresh”… there were chickens in my eggs this morning. blaaaahhhhhh…
My friend’s camera is that epic sort of thing that has, y’know, whole different settings and lenses and wide-angle and shutter speed stuff. So I didn’t bother taking a lot of pictures with my crappy little “point and click” digital camera. So pictures will mostly have to wait for my friend to upload hers.
I did, however, paint pictures!
Sagebrush Range ©2014 Eliza Murdock
Desert Dawn ©2014 Eliza Murdock
Also helped save two stupid goats who tried to off themselves by eating the bark from the stump of the freshly cut down Rhododendron bush, cut down precisely because it’s poisonous to most animals. So we had to dose them with a ton of activated charcoal, which I happened to have with me, saving a trip to town and wasted time.
I wouldn’t recommend going rock climbing pulling a horse trailer filled with sheep. That was something else, too. Those poor sheep! Trust me, it wasn’t that we wanted to, it was the only way out of where we were.
I’ve got a lot more to share, but that’ll be for later. For now, enjoy the two poems inspired by Oloriel‘s prompt at We Drink Because We’re Poets:
This week, I would like you to pick a letter from the alphabet and write a poem – so that each word in your poem starts with that letter.
If you pick, let’s say, the letter “M”, each word must obviously start with M, any and all. Which means that if you do not pick “A”, you cannot use “and” and so on.
Someone said she sought solace
Some sweet sanctuary
Skin softened, smoothed, sensual;
Saffron scented smoke swirling skyward.
She sipped sobriety slowly.
Sacred stones, solitary sentinels
See sunset stars, sundials, survey
Such significant sights.
So simple, sanity succumbs.
Sapphire sands shift, settle,
Surrounding sandled steps.
Seraphims sigh singing Sappho’s signs…
Silent soon, she slips southward.
Sanguine sublimity subdued.
Statues standing silent
Sans seeing, scattered
Scant sincerity sent seeking
Sometimes stained shells survive scratches.
Titan toasts, to tokens these!
There thick the texts told,
Tiger’s teeth tearing tithes to threads!
Taken true, tainted taels
Turned thrift to trickery.
Temptation takes ten-fold throats.
Thunder thrust toward twilight treasures
Tossed, tumbled trove;
Torrid trysts trod tiptoe.
Topaz temples tailor traveler’s talismans
Thirteen, twelve… then two:
Trials taught, tempests tamed.
Takeup, takeup! True tribulations told.
Talented troubadours toast their trials.