heat trapped
moisture builds
rain fails
storms clear
heat stays
sleepless nights
tempers fray
Monday, February 20, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Some advice wanted or not!
My daily ramblings . . .
Advice
Always well meaning
Not necessarily correct
Can be overpowering and confusing
Well meaning
Not asked for
Incredibility frustrating
Backyard experts
Always correct
100% reliable
It works for them
So of course they’re right
Not!
Forgetting that everybody works differently
Especially when you have Cerebral Palsy
Unwanted Advice
Handcrafted from God
Not been reproduced
Nor made in a mould
I may look similar
Or differ to you
The results are the same
Marked as unique
Individualised custom made
If you like
My service guide
Differs from yours
So does its advice
What is best for you
May not work for me
Understand I’ve different needs
Like hearing what works
In you life
But like choices better
So do me a favour
When I start to lecture
Tell me
Because neither of us
Wants unwanted advice
Often overwhelming!
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Snap Shots
Stunned
stunned by sights
orange peal and beer smells
wack me in the face
neat rows
twitted, torn and trodden
garden scraps
shredded salad leaves
tossed about veggie patch
leaving salad bowl
holes now appear
filled with tiny sleepy heads
sleeping slugs
scattered orange peal
across the veggie patch
Scottie I’m not impressed!
Unimpressed
Stunned
I stood silently
Too stunned to speak
As Scottie sat
Slouched on my shoe
Tapping my foot
Annoyed Scottie
Would leave my
Garden in ruins
He sneaked a look up
Quickly looked away
When I caught his eye
Knowing there was no more
I squatted as I
Shook my head
Eyeballing Scottie
Who looked away.
He did say thank you
I like to think
It was the other slugs
That shredded my lettuce
Leaves across the veggies
Leaving my garden in ruins
I trusted him to bring
The other slugs in line
Now every lettuce leaf
Lies dead in front of me
Scrambled with
Baby peas and carrots
It looks as though they
They been using
The carrots as darts
And my lettuces as targets
Scottie they weren’t
The sort of party games
That I had in mind
I needed the snotty slugs sorted.
I admit I am impressed
With the orange peal
Thank you note
I guess its time to clean.
Debbie Chilton (c) Copyright, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Scottie's Tales
The Slug’s Morning After
Scottie woke to the summer sun,
beating down on this dehydrated body,
intensifying the thumping headache
Scottie was once again sloshed!
Sunrise had long since passed,
the orange beer soaked soil,
had been baking in the sun,
turning the beer stale.
Then stinking seems soon
reached Scotties, sensitive snot.
surrendering the contents of
his tiny slug stomach.
Scottie squinted
as he open his sore eyes,
the sun’s glare made them
hurt even more.
Scottie forced himself
to surrendered to the sight,
of the morning sun,
reminding him of headache.
Surveying his surroundings,
Scottie was startled by
the sight of orange peals,
scattered all over the garden.
Quickly closing his sore eyes,
he sank, Deb would not be impressed
with the terrible sight he saw!
He struggled to remember
The party games they played,
What had happened to
Deb’s prized garden?
Her beloved lettuce leaves in shreds.
It looked nothing like.
the supreme veggie patch,
he had decorated last night.
Instead it was swamped by waste.
The pristine patch was
scarred by shredded lettuce,
baby peas and baby carrots
and assorted smelly socks.
As the pungent smells
reached his snort
Scottie spewed adding to
the seeping strench.
Eventually he braved
the sights and the smells
to survey the damage done
in the veggie patch.
To his delight,
he discovered someone,
had arrange the orange skins,
to say, THANK YOU!
Debbie Chilton (c) Copyright, 2012
All Rights Reserved
Thursday, February 9, 2012
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