Thoroughly Poetic Thursday #36

Today we join Two  SPOILED CAT 

Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.

Here is today's photo prompt

We thank Mom Pam for all the effort she puts into finding 

these lovely photos for us.

by Madi and Mom

Seed Spittin' 

Mellons are yummy

 juicy and fruity

They delight my tummy.

When I find a seed,I turn into a monkey. 

My manners are no longer mild.

I go crazy and wild , 

I work up a powerful oral force.

With mach speed

I spit it as far as I can.

Where it goes no one knows.

by Madi

Don't eat seeds, they will make you wheeeeeez 

If you swallow them, your tummy will sprout weeds

Spit them out far.

Just remember don't aim at heads. 

ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE IN A CAR.

Thoroughly Poetic Pictorial Thursday #35

Today we join Two  SPOILED CAT 

Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.

Here is today's photo prompt

We thank Mom Pam for all the effort she puts into finding 

these lovely photos for us.

Memories of Stephen*
this title will be explained at the end.
by Madi and Mom

 No matter their size, be it small or tall 

Girls and boys of today

have toys galore to spark their imaginations.

Some can even be played with the on the floor.

Just when they think they need more,

they hear a slight pitter patter on door.

They run with mach speed to see who it could be.

Mother Nature has come calling!

With glee and speed

to the closet  they rush for slickers

and boots that come up the their knees.
Out into the rain they must go.
Calling their name are the puddles.
Their techie toys and space shuttles
are set aside.
This day their imaginations take hold
as they splash and dance with their
upside down friend until the day's end.


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Mom here:  This picture reminded me of a young boy we knew back in 1970, when we moved into our first home as husband and wife.
After settling in, we began to meet the neighbors.  We still speak of the Mackie family.  They had 2 young children Stephanie about 7 and Stephen about 4.
Stephen's mom told us he was fascinated with water and tires. She said not to be surprised
if we saw Stephen washing tires in the parking lot. She asked it it was okay he he washed ours.
We said it was fine. Evidently he was only allowed to wash times on certain cars and he could not go past the 1st speed bump in the parking lot. The tools of Stephen's obsession water were and endless supply of rags and a squirt bottle full of water.  Stephen was quite meticulous too.  He even washed tires in the rain and wore a yellow slicker.  I often wonder what profession he chose, car washer, tire salesman or maybe a fireman.

Thoroughly Poetic Pictorial Thursday #34

Today we join Two  SPOILED CAT 

Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.

Here is today's photo prompt

We thank Mom Pam for all the effort she puts into finding 

these lovely photos for us.

All Aboard

This is a true story about a dinner train my peeps took.

Mom remembers the refurbished Carolina Dinner Train looking very much like this too.

To ride the rails all the day long would be divine.

However, to dine in one like this was sublime.

In 2001 to Aberdeen (NC) the peeps did drive.

In about 90 minutes, they climbed aboard the Carolina Dinner Train 

around about five.

When 'all aboard' was called the atmosphere came alive.

Everyone eagerly found their table...ohhhhhing and ahhhhing 

over the lovely table settings.  

The aroma of dinner drifted from the galley making their tummies churn.

Bells, whistles and rattling rails added to the charm.

Lamps gave off an amber glow.

As food service began, time slowed down over the next three hours.

Fine dining was enhanced by an ever changing views as the

train wound its way through the small Sandhills towns.

A grand time was had, visions of times gone by formed in 

everyone's head. 

Thoroughly Poetic Pictorial Thursday #33

Today we join Two  SPOILED CAT 

Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.

Here is today's photo prompt

We thank Mom Pam for all the effort she puts into finding 

these lovely photos for us.

Tiny Dancer

by Madi(son) D Cat

When sissy was wee, around about three,

she told mom a tiny dancer I want to be.

She dreamed of tutu's and ballet shoes.

On her toes she wanted to stand. 

There were no classes for girls under four.

Within a few months Mom looked some more.

She found a dancing class with an open door.

Sissy's smile of glee brightened the room

As she danced and twirled and learned to "push the floor away",*

She learned poise and posture life's lessons galore.

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Note 1 from Mom:

Today's picture brought back likes of found memories of instructor.

The teacher was just the best she had all kinds of phrases that helped the younger children learn steps...one I remember, 

"pliés and push the floor away"  

Note 2 from Mom:

Some where in this house (I looked everywhere)

 I have a darling photo of Madi's Sissy

in her first dance recital photo.  The four and five year old ballerinas were

little mice.  Their costumes was precious light gray leotard with a mouse tail,

pink tutu, pink ballet slippers, and headbands that were mouse ears.

This might give you an idea.

Thoroughly Poetic Pictorial Thursday #32

Today we join Two  SPOILED CAT 

Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.

Here is today's photo prompt

We thank Mom Pam for all the effort she puts into finding 

these lovely photos for us.

Queen of the West

Long and sleek....

A chance to ride on her would make my heart skip a beat.

Through the water she glides leaving ripples in the tide.

Proud and strong she glides with ease.

Traveling on her would be sweet
About it, I might even Tweet.

Thoroughly Poetic Pictorial Thursday #31

Today we join Two  SPOILED CAT 

Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.

Here is today's photo prompt

State Fair 

this is a true story

Every October the State Fair comes to town 

As a child, my excitement was hard to keep down

Ferris wheels, roller coasters and giant slides

Even a bearded lady was said to reside.

Food galore was everywhere

Hot dogs, cotton candy, and popcorn and so much more.

When you are five,

mixing, cotton candy and hot dogs is not advised

Within minutes my fun took a dive

Off to the first aid station they did drive

I broke out in the worst case of hives  

but thankfully I am still alive.

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Note: 

Since I had eaten many hot dogs in my five years, it was quickly determined

I was allergic to cotton candy or possible the dye in it.

Today's photo prompt

reminded me so much of a picture I have on our office wall. 

It was taken in ~1988 by one of my favorite Chemistry graduate students from France.

It was his first trip to the N. C. State Fair. This was way way before digital cameras.

All the pictures he took were with slides easy to travel with and develop.

When he showed me the photos he took, 

I loved the slide so much he turned it into a photo for me.

Thoroughly Poetic Pictorial Thursday #30

Today we join Two  SPOILED CAT 

Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.

Here is today's photo prompt

Simpler times: Late 50's

TVees were new and so small.

You had to nearly sit on top of them for any view.

A postage stamp was taller.

Come Friday Daddy got home early

He bellowed girlies get in the car. 

Off the the drive-in movies we went, it wasn't far.

No matter where you parked your view

was panoramic and fun was contagious from car to car.  

You had your own speaker right there on the window.

Best of all was a trip to the concession stand

for a bottle Pepsi,it was ice cold, popcorn and

hot dogs all on a tray to go.

Life was simpler by far....watching movies from your car.