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I watch the way your Work gnarled hands Comb through your Tangled thinning strands You reach for your storm-worn jacket You grab your lunch and kiss me "Thanks" Your boots walk heavy on the planks I begin my waitful watching. Sun warms the day but not the seas Over the side legs swing with ease Though slower than the day we wed. Our grandson follows quick behind Hops in two young legs At a time. And runs his hand through tousled locks. The day begins for you anew But it's no longer mine to view My life of sea is here on land. I know the seas that call your name I've known that voice and heard the same I've baited and wrestled with ropes. Side by side our lives together With winds, waves and storms to weather Until Salt and Sweet brought new tides With life's new challenges in hand Though my sea heart was grounded on land It beat with you as you kept the tides. Till you returned from cold wild sea For supper and warm b

Today is taking the train day for me.  I am driving down to Providence and then hopping a train for Philadelphia, then the SEPTA train out to the wilds of Pennsylvania for a visit with my daughter, her husband and their son...my grandson.  My daughter is having her four wisdom teeth out tomorrow, so I am going to be there to take care of both babies - daughter and grandson - and in some respects then my son-in-law (not that he can't take care of himself). I had three wisdom teeth taken out when I was a bit younger than she, and it wasn't much fun as I recall.  I had one that was really difficult to remove, and I think she has two that are going to be tricky.  I'm not sure what they had to do to mine, but twice now 40 years after the fact, I have had what are either bone chips or tooth chips erupt from my gums.  They have been tiny but painful.  I'm hoping procedures have come a long way since then! While I am on the train, I will try to update or post some pictures.

Today is Poetry Friday, and it's being hosted by Linda at TeacherDance .  Pop on over and read some great poetry and check out links to poetry related blogs by some pretty great teachers, poetry lovers and poets!  The house with the straightened wall Stands proudly And tall By the sea The house with the straightened wall Contentedly Waits For me The house with the straightened wall Sees its time Is soon to Come The house with the straightened wall Joins my whispery Joyful Hum © Donna J.T. Smith, Feb.14, 2013 It's Poetry Friday and this is my poem about the house we are renovating, Gull Haven .  It sat quite sadly for a number of years, but is now getting new walls, floors, windows, plumbing, electrical, insulation and love.  It's been a long process, but it is getting close to the time when we'll be able to stay there at least for a few days at a time.  And we'll be there full time when we are both retired. I posted the first

Kitchen window view this morning I haven't been in a blizzard since...well, a long time ago.  This looks like a scene from "Little House on the Prairie" where the girls lose their way as they try to make it home after being excused early from school, or the time they had to tie Pa to a rope as he tried to find the garage. (Ha!  Just caught this...garage!...I mean barn!) It's a whiteout, and the temperature is frigid.  I tried to open the door and take a picture, but the wind blowing snow inside keeps me from getting a shot.  So here it is through the windows!  Garage entry viewed through the den window And here's a short video... I'm sitting at the kitchen table looking back into the living room.  I always like the reverse snow globe effect I get in snowstorms! To counteract any chill from the storm... mmmm... hot slow cooking oatmeal...with pecans, blueberries, cinnamon, a bit of raw sugar and a touch of Maine maple syrup...with hot coff

Rose bush - snow's bush We are getting a blizzard.  But first a small storm that wasn't supposed to happen.  The 6 inches before the 18-24 inches that will happen tonight.  A few weeks ago it rained like crazy for a few days and we lost all our snow cover.  But fortunately, we are getting more snow.  Two storms are colliding, plus a pre-storm snow that materialized on the weather map somewhere between the time I went to bed and the time I woke up.   Surprise!  Glad I went grocery shopping yesterday! Thank you, Tara at A Teaching Life, for hosting Poetry Friday today.  I'm in with a storm poem I wrote this afternoon watching the pre-storm turn into the blizzard. The Storm A pre-blizzard snow surprised in the night; It wasn’t supposed to start till noon's light. Yet softly it crept across the bare ground - White bits swirling down beginning to mound. By window I perch With steaming hot mug No flurries inside I’m warm, safe and snug. Thrust, parr