Welcome to Friday Favorites! Each Friday, I will share with you a little about one of my favorite blogs/blogger. This week I would like to tell you about Walt Page.
Walt’s blog, is filled with beautiful poetry and other writings that will be sure to melt your heart and tug at your heartstrings.
Walt is married to (if you read the way he writes about her) the love of his life. His poetry is filled with expressions of his love for his wife and the life they have made for each other. THIS is an example of such beauty.
Walt is a bit of a hippy (I say that with love, Walt) and was a drummer in a rock band at one time.
Walt now lives in the country with his beloved wife, their dogs, horses and a quiet country life that he treasures. Some of his writings include these loves.
Be sure to spend some time on Walt’s Blog, browsing through his posts. You’ll be glad that you did and glad to connect with Walt. He’s a treasure.
(C) 2019 Penny Wilson
I justify what my heart desires The anticipation an aphrodisiac Your scent intoxicating Drunk with yearning You tempt me again and again Not forbidden but remorse pangs me As your sweetness passes my lips Angel and demon Chocolate You have taken me yet again (C) 2019 Penny Wilson Image by congerdesign from Pixabay
REBLOG: Please read Audrey’s post about farmers and their struggles.
I WITNESSED THE DESPAIR first-hand. The overwhelming concern that can settle in when bad weather affects crops, prices drop and the bills pile high.
Too many years I observed the struggles my dad faced as a farmer. Even as a kid I understood. But now, as an adult reflecting on my past, I understand even more. I observed the stress Dad faced in 1976 when a drought left him without enough feed for the livestock and necessitated purchasing a boxcar full of hay from Montana. I recall, too, the time he dumped milk down the drain, part of a National Farmers Organization protest over low milk prices. And then, when a tornado hit our farm, he had to make agonizing decisions about whether to rebuild.
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The poetry rhymes or doesn't The flowery angry or heartbreaking words are released upon the page Stories tug at heartstrings Flooding emotions scream and cry The darkness within or without finds its way through my fingertips What appears upon the page not always in my control My muse takes me on Rides I never dreamed of Places and people never seen Stirrings emotions never before felt My exploration of the human experience captured laid bare upon the page Somewhere between the lines I find myself (C) 2019 Penny Wilson