My New 365 Blog!

I am starting a 365-day photo blog in celebration of the New Year. Please follow my new 365 blog as I post a photo each day eventually documenting my whole year! Posts will start January 1^st and I will try to post everyday (we’ll see how great that works out…). There is a link in the sidebar, but I will also post it here:

http://yearofmyphotos.blogspot.com

Thanks for reading and Happy New Year to everyone!

"Swings"- A Poem

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It is a glorious thing, a swing.

It makes you forgive and forget.

It gives you an imagination,

With the feeling of your heart lifting out of your chest,

A balloon pulling its strings gently.

There is something extraordinary about seeing the trees upside down,

And listening to the world

Rhythmically whooshing past your ears.

There is proof from the calluses on your hands.

Almost like subtle battle scars,

Explaining what you’ve been doing for hours.

Sometimes your face gets so close to the ground,

You can smell the musky dirt,

And the momentum brings you back to the sky again,

To heaven again.

"Where I'm From"- A Poem :)

 I come from the place with the antique radio,

The big backyard with the swing set

 We used to climb on and peek to the other side.

This place had a pecan tree

We’d steal the nuts from

And hear the crack against the wood shed ramp

It had a tree swing

With a thick white rope where,

If you swung too high,

You would nearly crash into the bark.

I am from the late night concerts

With the pink straw hat

Mumbling the words to songs I loved

I come from the new house

That holds Ralph’s house in its hot, barely lit attic

That contains the miniature hangers and carpeted hallways

Fit for a mouse

I am from the destroyed gingerbread houses

One by accident that scattered across the floor

The other on purpose for the one before

This place I’m from had a big blue shed

That was knocked down and caused tears

Tears that flowed for a silly reason that made everyone laugh

I am from the puppet shows

And the “Mail me to grandma!” moments

From the place where Barbie and her friends swam in the sink

And they left water seeping onto the floor

That’s why they only got to swim once in a great while

I’m from the place with that hamster that’s brown and white

The hamster that ate everything and needed regular haircuts

I am from the place with the baby pool

We sprayed Mom with the green water hose

And she pretended she was mad but really wasn’t

Dad caught it all on video and couldn’t help but laugh

I come from the place with the roller skates

That looked like clown shoes

They made me fall and skin my knees but I loved them

I am from the place with the Halloween

Where we shared a big hardwood floor and the room echoed

And all the brightly colored candy was spilled everywhere

I am from the place with the babysitter that would draw pretty pictures

I tried to copy the outline with a marker and crayon on the inside

I am from the places with memories, laughter, and lessons learned,

And everything that has made up my brilliant past.