Thankful and Poetic Thursday

It’s Double Post Day For Me!  THANKFUL and POETIC all in one!

First up today I want to join Brian’s THANKFUL THURSDAY Hop.   You can too in fact if you click his badge and fill out the LINKY FORM – you can become part of this fun Hop where we tell the world what we are thankful for.    For one thing I’m thankful to have heard that the two kitties you were trying to help find a FOREVER for – Pingo and Polo – are in fact fine and have a new home so they will be safe.   Thank heavens for people who step up and help in times like this.   We hope you will give us all the details Brian but we heard things were OK for the boys and that TRULY made me more thankful than I can say.    I’m also thankful that my Mom and Dad are being so patient with me as I try out my newest method of trying to stay outside LONGER than they want me to.   What am I talking about?   Well as you all know I go out only on a harness and leash and only if one or both of my parents are with me snoopervising.   Sometimes they will let me just go under my little garden tree and SIT – without them holding my leash.   I’ll stay there for 15-20 minutes or MORE while they sit close by on the front porch.    If they decide they want to come in before I’m ready to come in I will NOT NOT NOT NOT mind my Mom when she calls me to come out from under my tree.   NO I WILL NOT.   In fact, when she reaches under to get my leash I go LIMP.   TOTALLY LIMP.   A twenty pound totally limp cat weighs at least twice that (hahahahahaha).   I don’t cooperate in the slightest and in fact I WHINE like a little kid when she pulls on my leash and lie there like a limp dishrag.   Sooner or later she (or Dad) has to crawl on the dirt to get to me under the little tree (not easy for two old people!) and even then it’s a real PAIN to try to pick my 20 lbs. of LIMP up and carry me up to the front door.   YES I’M BEING STUBBORN.    It’s what I am.   (insert evil giggle here).

I’m thankful Angel Sammy didn’t let me or you down because I did hear from him overnight with his poem and message for today so TAKE IT AWAY ANGEL SAMMY!

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Hello Friends!  It’s time for poetry!

I look forward to Thursdays because I really do love playing this game we play with me giving you a photo and a week to study the photo and figure out what kind of poem you will write to share today with everyone.   I have to be honest – I usually write my poem at the last minute – just before I transmit it from my laptop via wifi at the Bridge down to Teddy.    I do better with “top of my head” poem writing.   I think I got that from my Mom.   When she was writing her mystery novel some years ago that’s how she wrote it – top of the head with no prior plan – just WHATEVER FELT RIGHT.   I hope you are joining in the fun and you have a way that works for you when writing a poem!    Just remember to share with us – in our comments with your link OR your poem itself.  

Here’s the photo I gave you last week to write about and share today:

I just love this artwork.   My Mom says she and her brother would hop in a rain puddle no matter whether they had raincoats and boots on or not.   It was just what kids did.   The puddle calls to you and you OBEY!    This little boy (or girl) in the photo is having a blast.   Puddles are made for that.   Here’s my poem based on this photo:

“Puddle Dancing”

By Angel Sammy Kimmell      August 8, 2018

 

Off the school bus and heading home

Short way to the house no time to roam

Raining heavy, umbrella like a bubble

Puddles everywhere – I’m gonna get in trouble!

The “call” of a puddle is something all kids hear

“Jump in me!”, “Splash in me!”, their words are quite clear!

The bigger the splash, the bigger the mess

I know when I get home, I’ll have to confess

Puddles and mud spell trouble AND fun

After I’ve made a huge mess, home I will run

But until I’m satisfied that I’ve made the BIGGEST splash

I’ll stay here and play then run home like a flash!

When Mom opens the door with her hands on her hips

I’ll give her sorry eyes and a kiss for cheek or lips

Then she’ll tell me the story about when she was small

Each puddle she’d pass would be tempting and CALL

“Come here little girl – “Jump in me – I insist!!!”

Because puddles back then AND now are impossible to resist!!!

 

I used to absolutely love playing in puddles after a rainstorm when I lived at home before coming to the Bridge.   First thing after a rain storm out I’d go and I’d make sure and visit every puddle – sometimes have a slurp of water – and if worms were in the puddle OH BOY did I have extra fun!    Teddy is different – he goes AROUND puddles.   He loves mud but not crazy about puddles.   HAHAHA    I think Mom would prefer him getting WET to getting MUDDY!  

Now did you write a poem?  I hope you did but if you didn’t – I have a NEW photo to inspire you for next week so PLEASE think about joining in the fun and write a poem – YOU CAN DO IT!

FUN?   I think so……………………..everybody loves watermelon on a hot day right?     OK – that’s your photo for next week………..think about it then write your poem and share it next Thursday!    Until then remember Angels are watching out for you……………..it’s what we do now we are at the Rainbow Bridge!

I am the Angel Poet in the green beret…..and I hope you join me for POETIC FUN each week!

Love, Angel Sammy

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Thank you Angel Sammy……..your poem was fun and you’re right about puddles – you loved them and I’m more of a mud/dirt kind of guy.    One thing we have in common among many things though is that we both love that our Mom and Dad kept a watchful eye over us when we were outside.   It can be dangerous outside……..but I do love it like you did!

Hugs, Teddy