Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Sunday, October 9, 2016
Art - Poetry
A Place to Hide
That summer I found places to hide
around the neighborhood.
The metal tubes stacked
at Grimes’ lot behind our house
was one of my favorites.
I sat in one on rainy days,
smelled the air,
and would not be bothered.
I hid under the stairway
and read comic books
in a neighbor's hall closet -
sneaked in the back door,
turned on the light,
and sat under jackets and coats
in privacy.
From the backseat floor
of Mom’s ‘41 Chevy,
with the window rolled down,
I watched ants crawl
over the top of pink and white peonies
that lined the driveway.
I found places to hide
so I could be alone,
I found places to hide
from father’s anger,
I found places to hide
where I listened
to what the rain had to tell me,
or the ants,
or the peonies,
still my favorite flower.
- © Kathleen Matson 2005
- © Kathleen Matson 2005
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Travel - Coopershill - Co. Sligo - Ireland
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
Travel -Ireland Co. Cork
Ballymaloe House and Cookery School. The brainchild of Myrtle and Ivan Allen in the 1960's has grown into a successful country house hotel, shop, festival location and cookery school.
Food very special.
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