Tuesday, August 31, 2021

Fabulous Fall


 

Acorns tap the tin roof
of an old red barn,
maples square dance
in pumpkin-spiced skirts.

A wedge of geese
resounds through azure skies
and lands on an oval pond.
Goldenrods glitter in the meadow,

watercolors splash the mountains,
Queen Anne's lace spins doilies
on the country roadsides;
corns shocks rattle their fingers.

Lilac asters toss their shawls,
Monarch butterflies sip
sweet nectar from milkweed:
the katydids saw their fiddles.
                   --Brenda Kay Ledford

This poem appeared in "West End Poets Newsletter,"
                                        September/October/November 2021
 www.westendpoetsweekend.com



Happy fall to all of my blogger friends!  

Thursday, August 12, 2021

Daredevil Dogs


 

Daredevil Dogs

Early one morning, Pepper ( a black lab dog), Lady (a golden retriever), and I took a walk.  I wanted to get a cup of coffee to sip as we walked.  

I tied Pepper and Lady to a table outside Ingles, and went inside to Starbucks for coffee.  I didn't stay very long.  When I got outside, I couldn't find my dogs.  The table was gone.  A trash can was turned over and it was a disaster.

I looked across the parking lot.  Pepper and Lady were running like scalded dogs and dragging the table.

"Pepper!  Lady!  Stop!" I screamed.

Lady looked back at me as though to say, "I'm sorry.  Pepper made me do it."

I ran and chased those dogs until I was out of breath.  They raced to the parking lot at Huddle House.  A woman was getting out of her car.  "Don't tear that car door off!" I yelled.  "I'll have to buy a new Cadillac."  The table just missed the car by inches.

Pepper and Lady headed up a hill.  The table bounce, bounce, bounced over the rocks.  Those dogs didn't stop a minute and loped toward a medical clinic.

A man was shuffling across the parking lot on a walker.  "Don't knock that man down!" I screamed.  I held my breath and thought I was might have a heart attack.  That table just barely missed the poor old man.

By this time, I was exhausted.  If I ever caught the dogs, how would I tie them up and return the table to Ingles?  I just didn't know what to do.

A man was standing outside the part's place.  He rushed to the runaway dogs, caught them, and tied them to a tree.  Then he picked up the table and returned it to Ingles.  I tried to pay him, but he wouldn't take a penny.

I tell you what, if I ever take another walk with those dogs, I'll never tie them to a  table outside Ingles again.  I'll find a good, strong, light pole.

Well, this story is fiction, but I wanted to post it hoping my blogger friends might get a laugh.

By:  Brenda Kay Ledford




Saturday, August 7, 2021

Ode to the Sunflower


 Ode to the Sunflower

Queen of the mountains,
you turn your head
to the first rays of the sun
and toast a new day.

You count the footsteps
of the light ricocheting
through a timbered choir,
reflecting like gold

on Lake Chatuge.  Foliage turns
shades of the rainbow as fall
slips into the hills and hollows.
You spread your arms

and nod in a cool breeze,
dazzle in splendor stretching
to kiss the azure skies;
your face brightens the way!
               --Brenda Kay Ledford







I wish my blogger friends a happy and beautiful season as fall arrives in your part of the country.

Brenda