tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355212992011-12-20T18:45:38.954-06:00My poetry accompanied by my personal photos taken throughout my travels.Katie McKennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06042460109308890090noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35521299.post-28029013831471816692010-06-13T01:48:00.002-05:002010-06-13T01:53:10.631-05:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/TBR_p2A4oWI/AAAAAAAAB_s/Lq3ifKLhjOE/s1600/bw.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482147003267326306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/TBR_p2A4oWI/AAAAAAAAB_s/Lq3ifKLhjOE/s400/bw.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I straddled the fence<br />tearing jean<br />and skin...<br />hiding<br />my thoughts<br />of doubts within...<br />deep....<br />in consideration.<br />deliberation,<br />or unconscious<br />procrastination?<br />I hung,<br />in decorative mode,<br />a yard ornament,<br />in cat burglar fashion,<br />dressed in black...<br />contemplating,<br />jumping dogs,<br />locked doors...<br />the B &amp; E<br />of....<br />the back entry....<br />climbing over<br />the window sill....<br />and<br />all the while,<br />I clung,<br />between here<br />and there....<br />knowing….<br />One wrong move…<br />Was all it took….<br />To lose…<br />In…pick-up sticks,<br />Operation,<br />Hopscotch,<br />to name a few ….<br />Never mind the fact<br />Of what to do ……<br />About….<br />Straddling the fence.<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35521299-2802901383147181669?l=katiespoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Katie McKennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06042460109308890090noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35521299.post-6390179118121895522010-06-07T23:43:00.001-05:002010-06-07T23:50:04.515-05:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/TA3KzR_TlJI/AAAAAAAAB_c/7f2VANT1D70/s1600/S+045.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480259303930827922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/TA3KzR_TlJI/AAAAAAAAB_c/7f2VANT1D70/s400/S+045.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Visages elevé<br />dansez pour saluer le soleil<br />célèbrent et sourient.<br /><br />Raised faces<br />dance to greet the sun<br />celebrate and smile.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35521299-639017911812189552?l=katiespoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Katie McKennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06042460109308890090noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35521299.post-22232091257128311522009-06-06T21:10:00.006-05:002009-06-06T21:47:54.632-05:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"></span><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/Sishx1GeA0I/AAAAAAAAB-w/j4-B7vtKx7s/s1600-h/3592555001_90d3c9b8c4_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344402522756744002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/Sishx1GeA0I/AAAAAAAAB-w/j4-B7vtKx7s/s400/3592555001_90d3c9b8c4_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em><strong>I wasn't lost....<br />simply<br />in another world...<br />perhaps parallel ...<br />perhaps,<br />rambling in my head...<br />directions clouded<br />by emotions<br />fragmented thoughts...<br />I remember Sylvia<br />and being stoned<br />in Shirley's Lottery...<br />bit scary if<br />one thinks about it...<br />other times<br />I might have been<br />at the wrong angle...<br />if there were such a thing...<br />just another turn<br />in the road...<br />I think that one was called<br />marriage...<br />I still<br />laugh...<br />it wasn't Shakespeare...<br />In my early years,<br />they spoke in tongues<br />or some kind of<br />gibberish..<br />that eventually<br />broke down into<br />a variety of languages<br />separated by accents,.<br />I thought I was Shirley Temple<br />everyone always said so....<br />pulling my curls,<br />pinching my cheeks...<br />until they heard me sing<br />and trip over my feet..<br />at least my shoes are cuter now..<br />I still<br />live<br />within worlds<br />sometimes<br />here,<br />sometimes<br />there....<br />but,<br />I always<br />find...<br />my way home.</strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35521299-2223209125712831152?l=katiespoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Katie McKennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06042460109308890090noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35521299.post-7821009624406954722009-02-14T21:19:00.001-06:002009-02-14T21:22:44.401-06:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/SZeJ8Lq9BbI/AAAAAAAAB9M/4UUGZ7GhIbI/s1600-h/mtmx+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302858753270154674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/SZeJ8Lq9BbI/AAAAAAAAB9M/4UUGZ7GhIbI/s400/mtmx+015.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">Simplicity<br />a moment of clarity<br />smooth<br />rough<br />too much,<br />never enough<br />a shifting<br />of<br />perception,<br />instantaneous<br />conception<br />found.... then<br />lost<br />in the revolution<br />of a kaleidoscopic point ....<br />reflection.</span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35521299-782100962440695472?l=katiespoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Katie McKennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06042460109308890090noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35521299.post-87116112551559373022008-05-15T16:24:00.006-05:002008-11-15T02:12:40.504-06:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/SCysCNOCRCI/AAAAAAAABcI/YwhlzXhwZF8/s1600-h/2492710993_189590b29f_b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200720823614325794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/SCysCNOCRCI/AAAAAAAABcI/YwhlzXhwZF8/s400/2492710993_189590b29f_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#666600;"><strong><br /></strong></span><em><span style="color:#666600;"><strong>moody skies,<br />rushing water</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#666600;"><strong>in </strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#666600;"><strong>mossy streams .<br />matching<br />eyes..<br />swollen,<br />aching<br />from allergies<br />and men...<br />same difference sometimes.<br />I wonder at perceptions,<br />communications... </strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#666600;"><strong>realizations.<br />V makes me smile<br />and laugh...<br />baaaad company indeed....<br />every gift,<br />every day treasured<br />despite..<br />the stormy weather<br />outside<br />and within..<br />I count the days<br />casually...<br />knowing<br />my time is coming..<br />and I too ,<br />will soon be gone.<br />Yesterday's song....<br />playing on the oldies. </strong></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35521299-8711611255155937302?l=katiespoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Katie McKennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06042460109308890090noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35521299.post-40512833771367718492008-05-09T19:01:00.002-05:002008-05-09T19:54:58.701-05:00A thousand years<br />I've loved and lost<br />I loved you then,<br />I love you now<br />A thousand tears<br />I've cried ...<br />although <br />I've <br />laughed ...<br />twice<br />as much.<br />I smile <br />in ironic tenderness<br />and remember...<br />our first touch...<br />eyes flirting..<br />dancing,<br />stroking,<br />minds wandering<br />with a thousand<br />wicked thoughts<br />that made me giggle.<br />heated eyes<br />winking<br />promises<br />to be kept <br />a thousand times<br />minus one...<br />in the end <br />reality<br />bites us all<br />another cancer call...<br />still...<br />I've hoped...<br />for a thousand years,<br />missed you...<br />a thousand times<br />and perhaps someday...<br />in<br />a thousand years <br />or so...<br />we'll meet<br />again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35521299-4051283377136771849?l=katiespoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Katie McKennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06042460109308890090noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35521299.post-50176542498363223672008-04-17T20:20:00.004-05:002008-11-15T02:12:41.387-06:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/SAf3-FDpugI/AAAAAAAABbw/Ep30exrd2Ns/s1600-h/Sunday+161.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190389741449230850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/SAf3-FDpugI/AAAAAAAABbw/Ep30exrd2Ns/s400/Sunday+161.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"> I stood in the shadow</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">of yesterday's tree.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Staring ...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">across the river</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">slowly dying,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">to </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">the barren hills</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">beneath a clear sky.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Beauty ..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">in a land </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">gone to waste </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">through generations</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">of neglect, pollutions</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">gone unchecked...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">And as I stood there</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">I wondered...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">years from now,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">What will be left?<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35521299-5017654249836322367?l=katiespoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Katie McKennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06042460109308890090noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35521299.post-29356234600122025472008-04-10T18:20:00.004-05:002008-11-15T02:12:41.709-06:00<div align="center"><strong>Here are the rules: As copied from A. Decker ( <a href="http://resonant-enigma.blogspot.com/">http://resonant-enigma.blogspot.com/</a> ) </strong></div><strong></strong><br /><strong><div align="center"><br />1. Write your own six word memoir.<br />2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.<br />3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post.<br />4. Tag more blogs with links.<br />5. Enjoy<br />Also, I would add, I think you're supposed to alert the people you tag that they, too, are so lucky. ;-) Not sure how many, let's just see . . . how 'bout . . .</strong></div><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em></strong>***************************************************************************************<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/R_7FUXi_FOI/AAAAAAAABbo/ufSboIZ63OA/s1600-h/2387604108_bff6df2b6d_b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187800774486201570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/R_7FUXi_FOI/AAAAAAAABbo/ufSboIZ63OA/s400/2387604108_bff6df2b6d_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Death started ticking<br /><br />at my birth. </span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35521299-2935623460012202547?l=katiespoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Katie McKennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06042460109308890090noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35521299.post-91843732799897805372008-03-27T19:30:00.004-05:002008-11-15T02:12:41.970-06:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/R-w8prhrMeI/AAAAAAAABbY/GtvwYWjCFE4/s1600-h/zoo+385.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182583957952868834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/R-w8prhrMeI/AAAAAAAABbY/GtvwYWjCFE4/s400/zoo+385.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"> The dark mood arrives</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;">cloaked in winter's farewell breeze</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;">clinging on too long.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35521299-9184373279989780537?l=katiespoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Katie McKennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06042460109308890090noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35521299.post-43148762258224227582008-03-16T20:56:00.003-05:002008-11-15T02:12:42.199-06:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/R93QFhiKthI/AAAAAAAABa4/5sdgi-37zBs/s1600-h/zoo+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178523939865540114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/R93QFhiKthI/AAAAAAAABa4/5sdgi-37zBs/s400/zoo+008.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"> Emerald Beauty</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">St. Urho chasing grasshoppers</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">No pinching St Patrick!</span></em></strong></div><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span></em></strong> </p><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span></em></strong> </p><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"> "Heinäsirkka, heinäsirkka, meine täättä hiiteen"</span></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">( "Grasshopper, grasshopper, get the hell out of here," )</span></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">The snakes are already gone! lol.. not! I love this Emerald Boa's colour!</p><div align="center"><br /></div></span></em></strong><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35521299-4314876225822422758?l=katiespoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Katie McKennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06042460109308890090noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35521299.post-19126109443588546122008-03-11T14:35:00.002-05:002008-11-15T02:12:42.419-06:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/R9bhJRiKtcI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MHYw9rjOitY/s1600-h/B+124.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176572371150747074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/R9bhJRiKtcI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MHYw9rjOitY/s400/B+124.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Shifting Reflections </span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">perpendicular points</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">city kaleidoscope</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35521299-1912610944358854612?l=katiespoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Katie McKennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06042460109308890090noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35521299.post-8411884831883225222008-03-06T14:59:00.003-06:002008-11-15T02:12:42.759-06:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/R9BbXkQEkjI/AAAAAAAABZo/8OET3KjNBBo/s1600-h/2231598092_a4752b1221_b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174736432274903602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/R9BbXkQEkjI/AAAAAAAABZo/8OET3KjNBBo/s400/2231598092_a4752b1221_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"> Foot prints remain </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>my world lost in shifting lines</strong> </span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>solitude reigns</strong><br /></span></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35521299-841188483188322522?l=katiespoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Katie McKennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06042460109308890090noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35521299.post-23807170473772905532008-03-01T18:04:00.002-06:002008-11-15T02:12:43.111-06:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/R8dObWIu8SI/AAAAAAAABY4/npibv7MQ17c/s1600-h/2296254851_f63455ac7c_b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172188928763949346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/R8dObWIu8SI/AAAAAAAABY4/npibv7MQ17c/s400/2296254851_f63455ac7c_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">The emptiness<br /></span></strong><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">of</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">desolate starkness</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">echoing</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">in black and white.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">No laughter</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">found</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">layered within</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">when life is ...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">left of right.</span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">No words</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">escaping </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">in a bubble</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">of happiness and glee</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">but a quietness</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">and moodiness</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">that delves</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">deep...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">inside of me.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">I love this photo... :)</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35521299-2380717047377290553?l=katiespoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Katie McKennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06042460109308890090noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35521299.post-18363034798627933632007-09-27T11:15:00.003-05:002008-11-15T02:13:00.718-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/RvvXlAc4qGI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4CVe94WfmUE/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114918832585615458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-PC6CUjuss/RvvXlAc4qGI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4CVe94WfmUE/s400/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" >He came from <a href="http://i-land-i-site.blogspot.com/">Floots</a><br />to say hello...<br />and<br />asked me where<br />he was at...<br />he needed directions<br />to <a href="http://pursuanceoftruth.blogspot.com/">Janice's</a> place<br />and then<br />he was off to <a href="http://laughingghosts.blogspot.com/">Pat's</a>...<br />From here to there<br />a skip<br />and a jump..<br />then..<br />he signed<br />"if only I knew "<br />I'd go<br />to <a href="http://jamesalockhart.blogspot.com/">Andrew's</a><br />for lunch...<br />or<br />spin<br />by <a href="http://slowpete.blogspot.com/">Pete's</a> for a brew...<br />Then..<br />shoot by <a href="http://fishywords.blogspot.com/">CJ's</a><br />(Cocaine Jesus to you )<br />for scones and tea......<br />maybe <a href="http://bazza26.blogspot.com/">Bazza'ull</a><br />be home later<br />and ...<br />a snack<br />he'll fix for me....<br />then ...<br />towards twilight<br />to <a href="http://ramblingsfromthereservation.wordpress.com/">BG's</a> I will flee..<br />to hear her yell ...<br />louder and louder...<br />Now,<br />wouldn't that be a scream?<br /><a href="http://glimpsesintangible.blogspot.com/">Pauline's</a> for the night...<br />to savor...<br />the rich , thick flavor<br />of<br />Manhattan chowder....<br />such<br />a delicious...<br />possibility!<br />Come<br />the break of day<br />I'll find my way<br />to <a href="http://someoneelseshoroscope.blogspot.com/">Kate's</a><br />for<br />an espresso<br />with<br />mini moo cream...<br />Take a left to<br /><a href="http://stilllifepoetry.blogspot.com/">Kent's</a><br />for a seat<br />in his pulpit...<br />with ...<br />his three sons and wife,<br />waving to <a href="http://goldennib.blogspot.com/">Nessa,</a><br />quick hug to<a href="http://cerebrations.wordpress.com/"> Cindra,</a><br />blow a kiss to <a href="http://wjimmyjames.blogspot.com/">Jj</a><br />Hola a la <a href="http://annals-of-gawpo.blogspot.com/">Gawpo</a><br />then a Northern trip<br />to<br /><a href="http://laughing1wolf.blogspot.com/">Tony's</a>...<br />for the latest<br />"on dit" ..<br />and<br />a little chat and chit...<br />I'll Say "hello"<br />to <a href="http://soitsonlywords.blogspot.com/">Fotoface</a><br />then<br />scoot on home...<br />before I'm missed<br />by Floots!<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35521299-1836303479862793363?l=katiespoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Katie McKennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06042460109308890090noreply@blogger.com17