THE DROUGHT(Sunday Scribbles)

Years of living,
die,
as trees burn,
overbaked by the sun.

The crops wilt
like lettuce
topped with hot grease.

The birds' mouths
gape open
begging, begging
for a drink.

                        DROUGHT

Slowly burning from the roots up. From green to brown in a matter of days. Leaves are brittle and ears trying to produce kernels of corn are sparse and scattered. Across the road an irrigation rig is casting a rainbow as the sun shines on the water spraying out. Choking, dying, and only a few feet away.... life.. giving...water.
Oh, for a talisman to make it rain.

                                                    ASIAN CARP ATTACK (Sunday Scribblings)

Have you taken a boat ride down the Nishnabotna River lately? Talk about a shark attack. What about the Asian carp attack? Those fish can fly.
It's dangerous. It's funny. It's absurd. In some spots, there were hundreds of them jumping at once. One pounds you in the back, one socks you in the jaw, one slams you in the head. The boat is full. They flop on your shoes and slap your legs. If you don't get injured, you get slimed and have scales in your hair. Those jokers can weigh up to 50 pounds. If one that big hit you, it would knock you out of the boat.
I read these fish were brought in here to use to clean algae in commercial fish farms and sewage treatment plants. Due to releases or escapes caused by the floods, they have spread. Spread? They've taken over. This is one time the cure is worse than the disease.
So if you want some excitement, take a boat ride on the Nishna. If you were a swim suit, wear an old one. If you wear a suit of armor, it would be WISE not to fall in.

       DISTANCE (from Sunday Scribblings)

I never earned a gold medal
I was never a great athelete.
But I go the distance.
If you need a bite to eat,
I feed you a whole meal.
If you need a drink,
I offer you a fountain.
If you need a lift,
I give you a prayer.

                          TREASURES
Yes, we will all have the real treasures in heaven, but we have some here on earth, too. My treasures are my family. This past weekend, a granddaughter got married. Oh, yes, we were included in everything and another granddaughter and family came and stayed with us, so she could be close to all the wedding preparations, also. How special it all was, and something I will treasure forever.

             LIMITLESS (Sunday Scribblings)

For years I
held the rigid
inhibitions
tucked safely inside.
Too strict, too dignified
to be released.
Last night, I
let them gently
escape.
Now, when all
I have left is
memories,
there will be one
that is different
from all the solemn others.
And I will smile.

                            TONGUE IN CHEEK(SUNDAY SCRIBBLES)

I always write with "tongue in cheek."
When my neighbors take a peek
In the local weekly paper
To check my latest silly caper,
Don't they really realize
That it's just a pack of lies?
It makes me feel like a sneak,
Alas, it's only "tongue in cheek."