Our Highland Acres Ranch (A Double Sedoka)

Highland Acres Ranch
Home to our dogs and horses
Comfort for all of our souls

Life in the country
Where I write my poetry
I think I’ll stay here awhile

We have rescue dogs
Nine of them to be exact
Eight are females, one is male

He weighs just ten pounds
But he thinks he’s a Great Dane
Small body, large heart, no fear

©Walt Page 2018
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The Old Broken Bridge

It’s just an old broken bridge
Crossing a snowy creek

What traffic has it seen?
How many souls have crossed its span?
Where did it lead?
How did it break?

A walk through the country
Brought me to here
To see the beauty of age
Just waiting to be shared

This snow covered bridge
Has a beauty so rare
That even though damaged
You won’t even care

Just follow my tracks
To the bridge to nowhere

©Walt Page 2018

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#Sedoka: Life In The Country

Highland Acres Ranch
The place that we call home
Two horses, nine dogs

Six acres, two barns
An old stone house we live in
Love our country life

©Walt Page 2018

Somebody Like You

When we got together
I never realized
How much my life would change

Today, my life is complete
Better… Fuller…
All because I found somebody like you

Our ranch
Our horses, dogs and family
All mean so much to me

But nothing means more
Than the love we have together
And it’s all because I found

Somebody like you

©Walt Page 2018


Take The Time To Enjoy A Sunset

There is no greater love than
that of two people at sunset,
caressed by the soft country breezes
while they are calmed by the sound
of nickering horses at feeding time

There is no greater love than
that shared by those who love the country
and the beauty and power of nature

Take the time to listen to the songs
of the animals

Take the time to let the
beauty of the countryside at sunset
caress your soul

Take the time
for there is no greater love

©Walt Page 2017
Photo of our Palomino Paint Quarter Horse, Teaka


The Beauty Of Her

In a world of constant aggravation
Noise, commotion, hatred
There is also a calming force I cling to
It is the beauty of her

The magical smile of her eyes
Brings peace to my weary soul
The wonder in her whole being draws me in
And I find comfort in her arms of hope

Because of her I found love again
I had lost the music in my heart
But it came back the moment we met
Because of the beauty of her

My life has changed in so many good ways

©Walt Page 2017


The Pathway

There’s a walk I like to take
Along a pathway through the woods
Where the only sounds are the whispers of the forest

It’s my time of solitude
Needing the alone time and quietness
That only the forest can bring

The stress of life fades away
As my lungs fill with the clean fresh air
And nothing exists except the forest

©Walt Page 2017


Thanksgiving Thoughts & Memories

Over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house we’d go!

Thanksgiving was always a very special time when I was growing up. Mom and Dad would load my brother Paul and I in Dad’s Oldsmobile 98 and off we’d go. We would travel either to Connecticut to Dad’s parents or New Hampshire to Mom’s parents. Those were exciting days to a child. Our anticipation grew as the miles rolled by. What great adventures awaited us? What great stories would Grandpa have for us? How many Aunts, Uncles and cousins would be there? What special dessert would Grandma surprise us with this year? Those were special times and created wonderful memories.

Over the river and through the woods to hunting camp they’d go!

My Dad loved to go deer hunting. When my older brother Paul was old enough to go deer hunting, Thanksgiving was celebrated at home. As soon as Dad and Paul ate all the Thanksgiving dinner they could, Mom would pack them sandwiches for their trip and for hunting camp. Mom and I would start making Christmas decorations and I would work on my letter to Santa Claus. I went deer hunting with Dad once and froze my butt off. I decided that I wasn’t a hunter. I was cold and there was no way I could shoot Bambi. The Friday after Thanksgiving was just another day and was just called Friday.

Thanksgiving after childhood.

Thanksgiving is always a special day to me. Memories of the good times our family had always come flooding back. After my brother graduated from High School, he joined the Air Force. Distance became a problem and we couldn’t get together. After I graduated from college, I also joined the Air Force and was sent for training as a Missile Launch Control Officer and then stationed at Minot Air Force Base in Minot, North Dakota. Once again, times and Thanksgiving had changed for us. Paul and I both found wives and started our own families.

No more having a day off on holidays.

When you’re in the military, holidays become different. The same is also true for those in many jobs – doctors, law enforcement, firemen, nurses, emergency services, transportation, hotels and resorts, restaurants and tourist attractions and amusement parks. They all require staff working on holidays. I worked almost every holiday and I would volunteer so that those who had children could spend it with them. My wife Susan works in dietary services at a local hospital and she is working on Thanksgiving and again on Christmas, along with many of her co-workers. Patients have to be treated, fed and taken care of.

When I hear people complaining about how terrible it is that retail employees have to work on Thanksgiving, my reaction is “Oh well, that’s too bad’.

We live in an ever-changing world.

Our world has changed so much since we were the children of the 1950s. Everything moves so much faster now. We now start seeing Christmas decorations and sale in stores in October. We have Black Friday, Pre-Black Friday, Cyber Monday, and sale after sale after sale. Walmart starts Black Friday at 6 PM on Thanksgiving evening. Whey do they then call it Black Friday? We have become victims of constant advertising. We become victims of and participants in a mob mentality. We end up fighting each other to get the last crappy item that’s on sale.

Have we lost the true meaning of Thanksgiving?

Unfortunately, I think we have lost its meaning. It’s now all about sales and getting the best bargains even if we can’t afford them. We have started caring about nothing other than our own pleasure. Our “wants” overwhelm us, even though they are not our “needs”.

We have forgotten what Thanksgiving is all about: “A day of giving thanks for the blessing of harvest and of the past year.” Thanksgiving is meant to be a day of reflection, a day to give thanks for our blessings, our family, friends and relatives, And it’s meant to be a day to give thanks for our lives and the freedoms that we enjoy.

This Thanksgiving is a time to be thankful for those who enrich our lives.

I am truly blessed to have all of you as friends, family and followers and thank you all for the support and love you have shown me. My wish for all of you is for a harvest of blessings, good health and good times, along with the gift of faith and the blessing of hope.

Thank you all so much for the hope, peace and joy that you bring to my life!


Old Stone Walls… Memories Of A Time Gone By

In a time many years ago, old dirt roads and homes were lined with old stone walls made from stones unearthed when fields were cleared and plowed.

It was a simpler time, a time of dirt roads, sipping lemonade while sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch. Cows and horses roamed the fields and neighbors helped neighbors.

It was a time of growing our own food – vegetables, fruit trees, raising cattle for meat and milk, pigs for pork, and chickens for eggs and southern fried chicken.

It was a time of church on Sunday mornings, Sunday dinners and homemade ice cream. Simpler times. Good times.

It was a time before technology changed the world we lived in. No cell phones, laptops,Ipads, Ipods, or internet. Apple was a fruit we ate and our tablet was lined writing paper. The only thing our wristwatch did was tell us the time.

We played outside in all kinds of weather without EarPods in our ears. We didn’t know what Google was, nor did we even care. We looked things up in a dictionary or encyclopedia and learned at county fairs.

We rode our bicycles everywhere, made rafts to ride on ponds. We picked night crawlers after a rain at night to use for fishing bait. We waded barefoot in the streams to reach a fishing hole. We knew the biggest trout just loved those deep, dark pools. We had no fancy fishing gear, just a rod with reel and line. The times that we went fishing were always favorite times.

Winter slowed us down a bit but not by very much. There were skis to wax and sleds to pull and forts for snowball fights. If we didn’t have a sled a cardboard box would do. The ponds were frozen over so we dug our ice skates out.

I wouldn’t change a thing about the way that I grew up. We didn’t need the internet to pass the time away. We had everything we needed right outside our door. Those memories will stay with us as we go along our way.

I wonder if the children of today will remember the times they spent playing computer games while the sunshine slipped away.

©Walt Page 2017


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