Morning Wake-up Call on the Farm

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Dwight      time to get up”

Five forty-five comes early

When cows must be milked

Just five more minutes…

Cowbells tinkle down the lane

Must get to the barn

Cows find their own stall

We hug their necks to chain them

Now it’s milking time

Milkers pump     milk flows

Pipeline to bulk storage tank

White gold for farmers

Twenty-six cows fed

and milked      time for our breakfast

Fried eggs      (fried) cornmeal mush

Same routine each day

Morning and evening chores done

Sleep comes easily

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Painting: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Frank Tassone asked us to write a poem using haiku in sequence.  I decided to do a snippet of farm life. When I turned thirteen, it started working summers on my Uncle Fred’s farm in central Pennsylvania.  He had a dairy farm with around 26 cows that had to be milked morning and evening every day,  three hundred and sixty five days a year!  Morning always came too soon for me. My Aunt Dorothy would call up the stair steps and tell me it was time to get up. This is my poem about getting up and getting to the barn each morning.  Some of my best memories come from working there.

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Just Chillin’

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*Chillin’ is an expression I heard used in Eastern North Carolina which simply means hanging around with nothing to do! I saw a sign on a fence post outside an old country store that read “NO CHILLIN’ ON THIS CORNER” . This little bird sleeping in my feeder today reminded me of that sign.

Chillin’ in the cage

Surrounded by all that food

Just like you and me

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

 

Sweet Spot

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The hummingbird has been coming to my feeder for the past few days. Perhaps it is the sugar water I added the the fermenting red brew. Such a beautiful creature, and such minute perfection! They are one of God’s special creations and a gift to all!

Amazing creature

Fermented sweet summer drink

Built-in drinking straw

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Now you see me

Illusion of camouflage

Now you don’t

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Photos today: Dwight L. Roth

 

 

 

 

 

Coming up for Air

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We have now been living in our own little world for the past four months. I feel like this turtle swimming around in the shadows of the pond; which works well for a while, but eventually I need to come up for air.

Swimming in shadows

Immersed in our little world

Must come up for air

Turtle Painting: Dwight L. Roth

Rusting Memories

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John Deere Disc Plow sits
Rusting  // memories long gone
Iron and steel recalls
Plowing raw earth deep furrows
Bringing up sharp arrowheads
musket balls and bones
of soldiers // soon forgotten
Blood // mixed with red clay

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Photos: Taken at Wesley Chapel, NC   –  Dwight L. Roth

Flight of the Bumblebee

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This morning I saw that the bumblebees were enjoying my mint tea that has gone to seed. Like many other things, when summer comes it grows flower tops and makes seeds.  I was planning to cut it back in hopes of getting more fresh green stalks, but I put it off and now it is food for the bumblebees!
Bumblebees flitting
Mint flowers’ summer blossoms
Drinking Sweet Mint Tea

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Click and enjoy the music…

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Hot, Hot, Hot

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Temperatures to day were in the mid 90 F here in North Carolina. You know it is hot when the squirrel is stretched out on my chair in the shade and I am sitting inside with the AC running!
Midsummer heat wave
Squirrel and I try to keep cool
No showers in sight

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

 

 

 

 

My Most Shining Moment

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In June of 2007, my two sons and I drove from North Carolina and Virginia to visit my mom in Eastern Pennsylvania. She was celebrating her 93rd, and last birthday. She passed away in August of that year. It was a wonderful visit. She was so happy to see her grandsons, and the love was felt all around. Though our visit was short, it was a very meaningful time for all of us.

My mother’s love shared

 Summer’s most  shining moment ,,,

August she was gone

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Photo: Chris Roth

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Photo: Don Ziegler

Lillian at d’Verse, asked us to think about our most shining moment. She referred to the end of March Madness when they shoe clips of the most shinning moments of the tournament! Our assignment was to write a Haibun of prose, followed by a traditional Haiku, describing our most shining moment. There are several that I could have chosen, such as our wedding, births of our boys, our 50th, etc. , but I decided to choose my last visit with my mother.

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Benjamin Wissler

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Man of prominence
Heartbroken when Anna died
Granite Marker stands
A carved stone tribute
Nothing too good for Anna
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Benjamin now rests
Next to his dear sweet Anna
Twin stone markers stand
Lasting legacy
Not to be forgotten
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Remembered by some
Who now have joined him at rest
Granite Marker Stands

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Photos from the Hammer Creek Cemetery: Dwight L. Roth
Benjamin died two years before the Spanish Flu Epidemic of 1918.

Laura at d’Verse asked us to choose a name on a tombstone that we did not know and write a poem about this person. I decided to write a series of senyru poems. I took this photos a few years ago when we were in Pennsylvania.

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Downpour

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The rain downpour brings with it gully-washers, soon filling banks and overflowing everything in its path. But, no one sits beside a gully-washer. Most prefer a beautiful slow flowing stream. This is the story of our lives. Happiness comes and goes, while joy is that continual flow that makes life worthwhile.
Happiness rises
Sudden burst of energy
Joy bubbles along

Today at d’Verse Sarah asked us to write a poem about the rain. Seems it rained every day last week. This week the sun is out and my garden is thankful!

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