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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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

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

Meadows Of Light

Meadows of light
That glow in the dark
Fields full of fireflies
That brighten our hearts

We remember our childhood
Standing in fields
Trying to catch them
With laughter and squeals

We’d put them in jars
By the bed in our room
Our own meadows of light
When clouds covered the moon

Now that we’re older
They still brighten the dark
Those meadows of light
Live on in our hearts

Copyright © 2017 Walt Page
All Rights Reserved

Word prompt :  Meadows of light – Join in with Michelle, from Putting My Feet in the Dirt Her Writing Haven.  Check out her daily amazing word prompts for the month of September!

Just An Old Country Road

Unless you have lived in a city all your life, you probably have driven or walked down a country road. Sometimes it’s a road home, a road to Grandma’s house or to a favorite fishing or hunting spot.

Sometimes you just feel the need to explore… to investigate… to see where it goes. Perhaps it’s only to take a ride in the country. To hear the birds sing. To see wildlife in their natural habitat. To get away from the rush of city life, to smell the fresh air and enjoy the quietness and natural beauty. You just want to slow down and enjoy life.

Country roads bring back memories of camping trips, picnics, visits to Grandma’s farm. For awhile you are a child again, walking down a dirt road with your fishing pole and a can of worms. Maybe you remember walking down a road like this holding Grandma or Grandpa’s hand.

John Denver said it best when he sang, “Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong…” Those of us who grew up in the country will always want to go back home. Sometimes nothing has changed, but more than likely nothing is quite like we remembered it. But that’s OK, because it will always bring back cherished and treasured memories.

My paternal grandparents lived on Squash Hollow Road in New Milford, CT. What an intriguing name when you are a child. What an exciting time it was when you saw the road sign and drove up Squash Hollow Road, up the mountain and through the woods. I can still see the old house and barns in my mind. I can still smell the wonderful aromas of Grandma Page’s cooking. I can still hear the laughter of my cousins. All memories from an old country road.

My maternal grandparents lived in a house along an un-named country road in Danbury, NH. Their property was enclosed with a stone wall and had the most wonderful barn to explore. Behind their house, down the hill, were railroad tracks and a country road that you would cross to get to the river and the swimming hole. Their house had running water, but not the kind we have today. A pipe over the kitchen sink ran constantly and carried fresh natural spring water from high on the mountain. There was no toilet, only an outhouse added to the back of the house down a long, scary hallway. Grandma Lindsay did all her cooking on a wood stove. It was all magnificent to a young boy. More memories from an old country road.

The next time you feel stressed, overwhelmed or just need a break, take a ride or a walk along a country road. It will do your heart good and it will take you home to the place you belong. It will take you back to your childhood memories, and when it does, you will discover that it’s not “Just An Old Country Road.”

A Walt Page Creation ~ May 14, 2017
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