Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Congratulations! Plus Day 100 Cookie Jar Sweet Memories! Plus A Young Lady...

Congratulations!
 
 
Columbia High School celebrated its
4th annual "Soaring Eagles Award"
ceremony on Wednesday night honoring
students nominated for the award by
teachers who had them in class. Bravo!
 
Forty-three students gained the accolades
of peers, faculty, family and friends in a
celebration of the "Quality" attributes
displayed by the honorees. Fantastic!
 
One Spectacular "celebration-of-pride" in the
exemplar behavior of fine young adults.
 
The future is in "good" hands";
we should all celebrate! Amen!
 
A sincere "Thank you!" Students and staff.
 
 
 
Plus:
 
 
 
Day 100
 
Watching Centennial the movie on Sunday mornings
 
I read the Michener book (or, maybe somebody read it to me---you know…I don’t know my “a, b, l’s”!?). At that time Colorado was my seductress; her vistas reigned supreme for me.
The book brought to life the early days of 1820’s Rocky Mountain purity of adventure. Often, I have longingly lamented that I am an anachronism, (a thing out of time and place) because, being born in 1847 left me long about 120 years! Wow! Truth is, I’d have probably starved to death back then, I don’t think the “Golden-arches” were around, or, I might have been a bit slow on the draw, or maybe “molasses”-thick, and ended up face down in some dusty western town street. Well! If that had happened, at least, I wouldn’t have been the sheriff’s guest that day!
A saga of the great American west in the frontier days! Oh! Yeah! A yesteryear tale of a time when men were men and women were glad of it. Doesn’t smack of “modern” America; does it?
We watched the episodes roll by on the screen and I regaled the kiddos with my own version of the highlights, just like I was some kind of knowledgeable expert on the subject. Maybe that’s why I learned to fork a horse, and, stay aboard, for the most part; I had missed the great-adventure, in reality, by too many years, but, my “innocent” imagination landed me there.
We had us some “great adventures” of our own in our time and space, though, living “on-the-edge” in a country setting where good fun, wild times, practiced-virtues begot sacred-virtues and the sun always shines. Me, Nanny, the kids, grandkids, dogs, cats, animals and the loving horses managed to “ride the range” experiencing life-adventures first-hand. Perhaps a mite “tame” compared to the events of the bygone “wild west”; but, I sure enough had my moments---always!
My greatest disappointment would have been to miss “any” of the great adventure of Love!.
In “The end” as the credits roll across the big screen---I celebrate a “satiated” soul…and, a wild spirit! Seems every hand, I went “all-in”; damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead. Let the devil take the hind-most (it’s too good for the loser he is) but, it sure pleases---humble…me!
 
The life and times of the “modern” Mountain-man! Amen!
 
Ah! Cookie Jar “Great-life” Sweet Memories!



Plus:
 
 
 
A Young-Lady & her  Beau-Steed
(You all could ride the wind if someone would just saddle it)
White cloud-fleece caress cerulean sky as talent-young-lady prides
Smile beauty-innocent greets “Hi! Beau horse!” forward she strides
 
Bits of peppermint sweet-treats soft-hands to gentle rub him down
Big-Boy nuzzles-soft her loveliness displaying mutual-love bound
 
Anxious for a new adventure each dutiful to assigned roles participates
A thorough-brush, hoof-check as waiting pleasure-amplified anticipates
 
Miss not a subtle stable-delicacy: tack room leather, hay loft aromas-fine
Pad-saddle-girth, not too tight; slip on bridle-bit to initiate “fun” –design
 
Slow-lead enough the cayuse to relax tense massive-muscles tight
Check bridle-fit, tighten the girth, prepare to mount, smile bright
 
Walk horse-flesh friend around the ring, bring him to slow trot
Down to calm walk go canter then check what might be forgot
 
Corkscrew dust-tendrils mini-swirl rise wind-churned hoof-falls
Soft-whispered “whinny-neigh” tacked-mounted trusty steed calls
 
Concentration: seat-balance upright, heels down eyes forward total proud
Knee-high black boots, jodhpurs, crisp blouse, coat-fitted, helmet allowed
 
Gently-gathered leather reins collect equine-charge master-magnificent
“Sweet wind blows between pert ears” Bedouin-nomad metaphor-ascent
 
Pleasure-time initial spent in the arena refines kindred-spirit friend-bond
As karma-harmony evolves any resistance dissolves in true Love!-found
 
Across the meadow-green flies flashing steed, one with hair-blazing girl
Nature-personified beauty-harmony soft-gentle intertwined Love!-swirl
 
No rail-challenge to tall for wing-ed Unicorn with she astride to fly
I am woman! To tame a “curiosity”-universe just beyond eternal sky
 
Then, when too soon, a relentless sun-trek again traversed its celestial realm
Long-shadows soften eve purple-pride ride home with beauty at yon helm
 
Return sojourn to cool the steed as our young lady gives soft neck a pat
Each finds adventure-life grand if one true allows: Love! is where it’s at
 
May thee be satiated with Life---through…Love!
To miss any instant be sin against Master above
 
Amen!


 

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