Time Out from Reading

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George hadn’t seen much of his young friend. Jim love reading books up in his tree house where he would read for hours.

As he sat on his porch, Old Blue lying at his feet, George longed for the times when Jim would come sit on his swing and hear about the night George got trapped on the mountain in a blizzard.

A young boy should be out riding his bike and swimming in the pond thought George. Then an idea came to mind that would benefit them both. George walked down to the tree and hollered up at Jim.

“Jim, tomorrow I am taking you on a hike I think you will like.”

“And bring no book, for this one day we’ll give to idleness.”

You and I are going to hike up to that cave where I shot at the mountain lion!

Treehouse Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Ingrid is having us write prosery, which is a prose piece of 144 words and including a line from a poem that she has pick for us.

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She taken them from Wordsworth’s ‘Lines Written at a small distance from my House…‘ which is included in the collection Lyrical Ballads, a groundbreaking poetic collaboration between Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge, published in several editions between 1798 and 1802. The ‘Lines’ of this poem are addressed to his sister, Dorothy, and the particular lines I have picked out for you are these:

“And bring no book, for this one day
We’ll give to idleness.”

My story is a spin-off of a story I wrote called the Climb about an old man hunting in the mountains and getting caught in a blizzard. Following is the first segment of the Climb.

https://wordpress.com/post/rothpoetry.wordpress.com/27090   plus eight more segments

Saskatchewan Screamer


The weatherman called it the “Saskatchewan Screamer”! A big weather front moved through the Carolinas today bringing deep snow to the mountains, but only ice and freezing rain to our area. I think it lost all of its scream by the time it got to us.  I filled the open bird feeder with lots of seeds and scattered some on the deck as well. The birds loved it and so did the squirrel. I counted at least ten different kinds of birds that came to eat lunch with us today.

Sleet and freezing rain

Squirrel stuffs himself with my seeds

Icicles hang // drip


Little birds dropped by for lunch

Crumbs from master squirrel’s table

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Cellow Yat (a nonsense poem)

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The Neighbor’s Cellow Yat slinks into my yard

and hunkers down underneath my Fird Beeder.

With the patience of a stone statue, she waits…

for the Firds to land on the Beeder

A Wittle Lren comes looking for Beeds

sitting right above the Cellow Yat.

But she thinks to herself, “A Wittle Lren?”

What kind of meal is that!?”

So patiently she waits as Srown Barrows fly out and back;

Hoping for a bigger mouthful than a Barrow or a Lren

or the tiny Nittle Luthatch, not even enough for a snack…

All foraging at the Fird Beeder above Cellow Yat.

Aha, a big Cat Fardinal has arrived on the Beeder landing

gobbling down sunflowers, dropping shells on Cellow Yat’s head

But just when she thought this a meal worth taking…

her leap left her only a Fouth Mull of Meathers!

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Bjorn, at d’Verse, asked us to write a nonsense poem. My first inclination was that is silly. The second was, I can’t do that. But I kept mulling it over and decided my Left Brain was trying to tell my Right Brain, “This was not a logical thing to do.” So, after thinking about it overnight, I sat down and started writing. I remembered Shel Silverstein’s poem about the Runny Babbit and decided to try this format. This is the story of our neighbor’s big Yellow Cat! Hope you enjoy it!

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Covid got you blue… Try something New


During this cold month of January, I decided to try something new… learning to draw! A few weeks ago, my friend Chuck aka. The Reluctant Poet, suggested that I check out the book, Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain, by Betty Edwards. He found it to be a great guide to learning how to use the right side of your brain. Drawing and perspective are very difficult for me to get correct, so I decided to order it from amazon.com. I found it to be most interesting, enlightening, and helpful.

After reading the first four chapters describing how the two sides of the brain work together, and sometimes against each other, I started my third drawing assignment today. It was to copy a drawing by Picasso of Igor Stravinski. In order to engage the right side of the brain, she asked us to draw the picture upside down! This overrides the desire to draw as we did as children, which is often sketchy and out of proportion with reality. After an hour of drawing upside down, I turned them around and this was the result. It was amazing to me to see how this works.  I am looking forward to seeing what else I can do.

Left Brain or Right Brain

Our dominate traits shine through

Which one are you?


Don’t let the left side stop your

 true creative expression

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Pig Pickin’ Carolina Style

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Sizzling juices drip onto white hot charcoal

Pig cooker leaks wonderful aromas

Slow cooking on steel mesh.

Split pig splashed with salt, vinegar, and red pepper

Absorbing flavors that penetrate deep.

Five hours over glowing charcoal

Turns skin edges crispy brown.

When the lid is raised for the final time

Pork falls off the bone browned to perfection…

Flavor like none other is Eastern North Carolina bar-b-que.

Folks gather round with plates in hand

Walking by picking the right morsel to suit their pallet

Ham, loin, spareribs, and cracklins

Then on to the table spread of pot-luck choices

Better than any buffet downtown.


Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Sarah asked us to write a poem about the way food affect us and speaks to our soul. To me there is nothing much better than a Church Picnic. This poem is about a year when we had a Labor Day Pig Pickin’. The food and fellowship were wonderful as we enjoyed Carolina Pork Bar-B-Que and a wonderful layout of food.

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High Rise Condo

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A pair of Squirrels moved into the high-rise condo next door. They are making their nest in the rotting Maple tree at the edge of my back yard. From my window I watch them scurrying up and down and in and out, filling the bottom with sticks and carving out an upper escape route with their teeth.

This used to be the home of a pair of Red Bellied Woodpeckers a few years ago. I watched them as well, as they drilled into the tree with their strong beaks. They only stayed a year and then the squirrels moved in making the hole bigger and bigger each year. When a storm blew off the top of the tree, the deterioration set in and it began to decay rapidly.

This year we will have a nest of baby squirrels who will come looking for seeds at my bird feeder. Seems there is on end to squirrels.

New neighbors move in

rotten High-Rise // a good home

for pesky squirrels

I took these photos this morning. I saw them go up into the tree, so I got my camera and walked out to the tree. While I stood freezing in the yard, they stayed in the tree waiting for me to leave. Finally, they came out and went up the nearby tree and disappeared. They will be back.

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Photos; Dwight L. Roth

Oh No!!

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Seeing our grandson for the first time since before Covid-19 created personal celebration in our minds. He and my son came down from Virginia on the Tuesday after Christmas.

We planned a big turkey dinner and invited our other son and family to join us. All was going well with the preparation. The Turkey was put in a browning bag to bake. Soon after it started baking, my wife realized she had forgotten to put the rack under the turkey to keep it up off the pan.

Carefully we pulled the hot turkey out of the oven. With big oven gloves, I lifted the turkey, and she slid the rack under it, That is when everything went South!

I pushed the broiler pan with the turkey back into the oven. The only problem was I did not push the oven rack back with it!! The turkey and the pan dropped off the back edge of the oven rack and wedged against the oven wall. The bag began to melt into the turkey!

Frantically we retrieved the turkey, moved it onto the sink counter, and we took it out of the melted bag. The heat of the oven wall melted the bag into the turkey’s skin. I carefully cut the damaged skin off the turkey, and we put it into a new browning bag. We were putting it back into the oven just as my son and grandson walked in the door.


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Foul turkey gobbled!

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Lisa asked us to write a Haibun about some aspect of our holiday celebration. I decided to share one of a few faux pas that occurred over our Christmas celebration.

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Out of Compost …Life

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Up from the compost comes new life

Some look forward to a long cold winter

I look forward to the flowers blooming in Spring

Daffodils can’t wait for winter’s cold to shine

In the midst of the rot and rubble they take root

Pushing upward with every warm day of Winter

Reminding me that it is not the losses of Summer

Nor the shedding of leaves in Autumn

But rather, hope lies in the eternal promise of Spring

As up from the compost comes new life

Pushing winter on its way

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Yesterday I noticed that the daffodils were already pushing their way up through the dead leaves. Our temperatures have been above normal, so they have started to reach for the sun. It will be another month or two till we see blossoms, but to see them there reminds me that Spring is not that far away, and there is life and promise for 2022!  Hopefully we too can gather strength and new life from the compost of 2021!

Photo taken this morning: Dwight L. Roth

Hope for the New Year

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What a delightful surprise to find my hibiscus blooming this morning. When I opened my garage door and looked out and there it was smiling up at me.

As cold weather set in, I decided to try and save my three small hibiscuses by putting them in a pot and keeping them in the garage all winter. With warm temperatures above normal, I began to set them outside the door. I noticed that a bud was forming. It sat without much change for the past two weeks, and now on the last day of the year it opened into this beautiful flower.

What a message of hope that the beauty of life will go on in 2022!

Hibiscus bloom shines

Defying mid-winter’s chill

Hope for the new year

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Running Free

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I did this painting was for a friend of mine who gave it to her sister for Christmas in 2020. Little did we dream in 2019 that being out and running free would take on a whole new meaning in 2020. When Covid-19 arrived we all began to feel the restriction of freedom as lockdowns occurred all over the world. Many of us stayed at home and only dreamed of getting out and running free once again. We realized how important it is to be able to run free with our family and friends.

Freedom restricted

Running free holds new meaning

When life is at stake

Painting: Dwight L. Roth