MONDAY, FEBRUARY 12, 2007
OK - I FORGOT TO DO A POST FOR TODAY SO THIS IS MY FIRST POST ----WHAT BETTER THAN MY FIRST FORAY INTO BLOGGING.
Blogging
Ok, I am taking the plunge. I have been reading blogs for quite awhile and have no idea why people do these but I thought that I would start one and see what happens.
I originally planned to go to a Masonic meeting in Des Moines tonight but the threat of ice and snow scared me off. I am a chicken when it comes to driving in this weather.
Don't expect anything too profound with this. I will put an occasional poem on here and sometimes something else.
Here is one of my favorites:
The Crow Convention
The crows have convened across the way.
Big black birds crowousing with each other.
Hanging out with their crownies.
Strutting around
Chris, Charlie, Carlton, Clarence, and Chip.
Yakking, poking, grabbing and crowoperating.
They’re holding a convention to decide who will be crowned
King of the Crows!
They debate, deliberate and finally designate a leader.
But, as with humans, EGO gets in the way and no one is really chosen.
At the end of the day they fly away to their night homes –
Tomorrow they will convene again – unless it is a Sunday
when they will congregate.
February 17, 2000
You can see I wrote this seven years ago. I had fun writing it. I hope you enjoyed reading it.
I originally planned to go to a Masonic meeting in Des Moines tonight but the threat of ice and snow scared me off. I am a chicken when it comes to driving in this weather.
Don't expect anything too profound with this. I will put an occasional poem on here and sometimes something else.
Here is one of my favorites:
The Crow Convention
The crows have convened across the way.
Big black birds crowousing with each other.
Hanging out with their crownies.
Strutting around
Chris, Charlie, Carlton, Clarence, and Chip.
Yakking, poking, grabbing and crowoperating.
They’re holding a convention to decide who will be crowned
King of the Crows!
They debate, deliberate and finally designate a leader.
But, as with humans, EGO gets in the way and no one is really chosen.
At the end of the day they fly away to their night homes –
Tomorrow they will convene again – unless it is a Sunday
when they will congregate.
February 17, 2000
You can see I wrote this seven years ago. I had fun writing it. I hope you enjoyed reading it.
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