Movin' On

One day, I was riding in a car going south on I-35. I saw a group of dogs walking by the railroad tracks. The thing that struck me was they weren't barking or chasing each other. They were just walking single file.

Movin' On

Six dogs walkin' by the track.
Looked like they were travelin' in a pack.
I wondered if they had gotten lost,
or if out of their homes they'd been tossed.
Lazily, they made their way.
Meandering on a sunny day.
Didn't seem to have a worry in the world.
Weren't bothered by any sounds they heard.
Six dogs walkin' by the track.
I noticed that they never looked back.

Reflections

Today is the 97th anniversary of the birth of Lillian Pond. Know as Lil, not Lily, she was kind, loving, never met a stranger and had a great sense of humor. She loved to tell stories, especially about her eight brothers and sisters. My sister and I called them "Fractured Fairy Tales", after a segment on Rocky and Bullwinkle. So, Mom, here's a piece of "fan mail from some flounder."

Reflections

You watched my reflection
in a shiny metal bread box.
Kept an eye on me
from another room
when I thought
you weren't watching.
Spoke to me
when I couldn't see you,
but you could see me.
You still do the same
when I look into my heart
and see your reflection.