You can find more poetry on The Totton linnet pages and also some fun short, true lifers.
Read about how me and my cousin managed to rassle up a swarm of “cavalier” wasps with our “parliamentary ” pike
Whang’a'wasp http://gentledove.wordpress.com/yack-2
City girl when I got chased by a billy goat
Plus my days as a schoolie on work experience.
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Happy New year sweetie!!
Wishing you all the best in 2009. Good life & Good health. More blessings to all of us. Cheers!! Hugz!!
Hi ya Juliet, just been over at your bloggy, those wonderful sunshiney pics, am praying about your eviction notice, God bless
My Goodness are all these sites yours — you are amazing, simply amazing
Cheers and the Happiest of New Years —
Hi Barbara, I have 2 sites but lots of pages, I love it when someone discovers something they like. like finding a sweety down the side of the chair [ or a tenner
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Chased by a billy goat reminds me of the days I was chased by a spotted hen. We called her Penny Pecker, she was so mean.
Your blog is wonderful and refreshing, fun to visit. Maybe you will get a chance to visit my new blog: All About People
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full
Hi Maxi, hens can be aggressive, I think Grumma is on Yack 1 she got chased by a chicken-after she had cut it’s head off-have a nice day/year thanks for visiting.
I really like you’re drawings!
Heyy [Otto] Man[n] My drewing ability at school was abyssmal as indeed my ability to write poetry so when I started doing a few scribbles to illustrate I was surprised at how good they were [compared to my former inability] and many people have said they like them. They do vary and some probably need replacing-I got one really cheesy comment on my other bloggy-but also they are items in themselves and feature in the search engines, one turned up on a cnn news item link to this story. So one day I’m gonna overhaul them to see if I can’t sharpen up a bit. Nice to see you Man take care.
I hope you are doing this from work and not using up all your free time, it would not be healthy. One would hope that you have the help of several minions as well. I like Althouse, http://althouse.blogspot.com/ but you can tell by her blog, and her fat little cherub cheeks; that she spends way too much time parked on her keister behind a computer. Enjoy life my friend!
Nope it’s all my own work, but I spend less time at it than you might think, I think I’m the only minion left in the world.
You are remarkable, if not more so. I can’t really say what I would have done at your age, I was well into the army by then, learning to drive tanks, they kept me pretty busy, and there was no Internet. A smart girl like you could do almost anything. What do you want to do with your life?
Hi Walt, the truth is I’m smart about the things I know, I have a below par education or really I should say average secondary. But things that interest me I study quite exhaustively and I have good retention, these things include history and politics [isn't that shocking] and above all my faith. Of course these little areas of knowledge are quite all embracing of other subjects, hence my seeming to be more clever than I am. My english has always been excellent. But without formal qualifications-or any interest in them really-I’m gonna be a plain ol’ Mrs Joe Bloggs. I do have some personal goals though. I must say as an admirer of American people a nineteen year old in England is not considered still an adolescent as in the U.S.
Hey if you have children’s fiction, we are looking for it for our new platform.
Hi Tom, the little yarns on Yack are true life mostly humourous, I think they are suitable for children. Thanks for visiting
Believing in You
by Steve Goodier
Did you know that Albert Einstein could not speak until he was four years old and did not read until he was seven? His parents and teachers worried about his mental ability.
Beethoven’s music teacher said about him, “As a composer he is hopeless.” What if young Ludwig believed it?
When Thomas Edison was a young boy, his teachers said he was so stupid he could never learn anything. He once said, “I remember I used to never be able to get along at school. I was always at the foot of my class…my father thought I was stupid, and I almost decided that I was a dunce.” What if young Thomas believed what they said about him?
When F. W. Woolworth was 21, he got a job in a store, but was not allowed to wait on customers because he “didn’t have enough sense.”
When the sculptor Auguste Rodin was young he had difficulty learning to read and write. Today, we may say he had a learning disability, but his father said of him, “I have an idiot for a son.”
His uncle agreed. “He’s uneducable,” he said. What if Rodin had doubted his ability?
A newspaper editor once fired Walt Disney because he was thought to have no “good ideas.” Caruso was told by one music teacher, “You can’t sing. You have no voice at all.” And an editor told Louisa May Alcott that she was incapable of writing anything that would have popular appeal.
What if these people had listened and become discouraged? Where would our world be without the music of Beethoven, the art of Rodin or the ideas of Albert Einstein and Thomas Edison? As Oscar Levant has accurately said, “It’s not what you are, it’s what you don’t become that hurts.”
You have great potential. When you believe in all you can be, rather than all you cannot become, you will find your place on earth.
You are indeed special my frriend.
This is such a huge subject Walt, I study biographies of people who have “made it” like an eagle searching for prey-and picking the bones, you are saying as an American where almost anything indeed seems possible, but what if you had been raised in the back streets of Calcutta? I have come to the conclusion that as powerful a thing as positive thinking is there yet are other factors at work as well. I also have noted that many people succeed at an extraordinary cost to themselves and others around them, perhaps losing their very souls in the process. The greatest success seems to be identifying a need [perhaps even creating a false need-as in ice cream, Beethoven's music and drugs] and then providing that need. I am not sure that I want to succeed, If I were to be a singer then I would need to be the best and sweetest singer singing the loveliest song that ever was, or nothing. Thanks for visiting
have a nice day.
I’m very sure that with a mind like yours, you could do quite well in Calcutta, or anywhere in the world, as long as you have the determination to succeed!
Think success is just about talent? Think again. If I can believe in you, can you not believe in yourself? “Any fact facing us is not as important as our attitude toward it, for that determines our success or failure.”
But Walter [and I don't mean to displease you-I genuinely love Americans and their way] but I am already declared to be and have submitted to the declaration thereof that I am a failed person, I am faulty goods. What does the manufacturer do with rejects? But in that place of failure I turned to somebody else to take responsibility for me, much the same as a bankrupt would in a financial sense. I could take my life, my earthly life, out of His hands and do anything I pleased ,I have that freedom, but I don’t wanna.
Jesus Christ ended His life seemingly the greatest failure of all, Tiberius was Ceasar the most powerful man on earth, does anybody ever think of Tiberius now? I truly believe I have talent, but what if I should gain the highest recognition [and I'm not talented enough for that] but if I should and in the process lose the favour I have with God. That’s too high a price. To me e.g. Elvis was the saddest person I know about, his roots is southern gospel, if he had stayed there he would have had a measure of success but he wanted the top place. In order to reach the place he did he had to jettison Christ.
I would much rather if people call me a dimwit-which they do-for going against the falsified claims of evolution and believing in Jesus. What I have is HIS friendship in return and the love of believers. It’s too precious a thing to swap.
“unless a grain of seed fall to the earth and die it abideth alone, but if it does fall to the earth and die it bringeth forth much fruit.” That’s what I want, but it’s in His hands not mine. Now you’ve got me preaching.
I keep forgetting that as a woman, you are the nigger of the world. No wonder you feel defeated before you’ve even got yourself started in life. Well as your new sovereign king. I intend to set you, and all women free! I’m glad that you like us folks over here in the colonies. What is an American? For there are many kinds, and it seems that the worst have all the power. I am myself very much an outlaw mongrel dog. Being part Norman, German, Irish, Iroquois, Cherokee, Mother even said that my great grandfather was a Scottish prince. Be that as it may, these were the very people you English made to wear pants. For that great insult; I forgive you.
Where is that stick? never defeated Walter, I’ve got the one Champ who won and does win every single battle, He won’t lose the final battle either, although I am a lone voice in believing that He will appear to lose [or at any rate His people will appear to lose the battle against the rising tide of evil, everyone else lives in the sublime hope of the rapture ] every one of those illustrious nations you mention have at some time been utterly subjugated, America is made up of the most subjugated people ever-and if I say wear pants, wear pants you jolly well shall. Yeah there’s a real nasty type of American who is so proud and sneering, almost like a Brit . I enjoy talking to you Walt just promise me you’ll stay in your Winchester
Do you like poetry? I don’t know who the Iroquois are, if they are native American they got their name from the French, but all the others are a pretty poetic bunch, I hate poetry [shh don't tell anyone that] nobody is more surprised than me to be writing it, I must hasten to say that since I’ve been writing-less than a year-I have found some really fabulous poets on-line, see my blogroll, and am richer for meeting them. But I look through the library and bookstores looking at all these “classic” poets and yuk I don’t like any of them. 
I had better leave off before I lose all my readers. Have a nice day. 
THE IROQUOIS WERE SIMPLE MINDED SAVAGES. http://www.iroquoisdemocracy.pdx.edu/html/greatlaw.html
I like good poetry, when I was a child, my mother loved to read to me the works of Robert Burns. On a cold and snowy day, the words of Robert Frost comes to mind
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20519
Yes Robert Frost is the poet I most identify with for simplicity
goat chasing/? Sounds very exciting. I myself was once chased through a Maryland farm field by a bull. Luckily I leaped a small country creek just in time to avoid a rough savaging at the hands of his mighty horns. If nothing else I impressed the cows with my leaping abiility. They seemed to moo in applause/ genearl acceptance of my efforts.
Kevin, wow I am honoured, I have visited your bloggy a few times but racing bewilders me a bit, I live nearby a farm where the government has made them open a footpath so the farmer put up a sign saying “I won’t charge you for crossing my field-but the bull might.”
So nice to see you. 
Hi, how are you?
Hope all is well. Wishing you a pleasant weekend.
Hi Suz!
THanks for dropping by dear girl,
How are you doing these days?
My my! You really are multi-talented! I love these visuals of yours, as meaningful as your poems. keep it up dear!
Elaine Maxwell:
My will shall shape the future. Whether I fail or succeed shall be no man’s doing but my own. I am the force; I can clear any obstacle before me or I can be lost in the maze. My choice; my responsibility; win or lose, only I hold the key to my destiny.
You have a keen wit , with a great love for beauty and nature. I know you will do well.