Buttermilk Sky

"The Cow jumped over the Moon and the Dish ran away with the Spoon"

The Winds of Time pass over the Wind Chimes 

Cold Rain falls softly as droplets of Eventide 

become stepping stones...  

We are drawn to Candle-lit windows 

where Music plays on the olde Victrola...  

Hearts always Yearning for the touch of 

Grandpa's aging smile given the Gift of more Time 

(dedicated to Grandpa Dave Roop)  

 

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Hi Pat,
Had to go through many of your poems to find one I had not read..
Love the title of this lovely poem of yours...
Dedicating a poem to a loved relative is so so wonderful...
words like axing smile make me think of my wonderful father (died at 96) and his smile..this brings tears to my eyes..
Lisa, going to the beach this morning.. only 4 minutes away...first time this year!!

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lisa… the Beach in Spain must be an extraordinary delight. I can imagine the quiet Coves and walks on the Shore… sunbathing in the wsrm Sunshine… watching Seagulls as they fly softly through the Sky. I spent many a Summer by the Atlantic Ocean where we stayed in a Cottage and could run through the Sand to the Water’s edge. You can put your worries to rest and be mesmerized by the Vastness of Sea and Sky. Lovely to know you came by for a Visit. gently, Pat

[Lisasview]

Firsttime since last year and we arrived at 8:30am no one was there...so easy to park but by 10:00am it was packed.. left at about 11:30am... perfect morning..
Lisa

[Temperance]

Such a sweet poem dedicated to a loved one! Flows nicely and the imagery puts the reader there on a cold winter day seeking the warmth of home and being with family. Very nicely done. Temp

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Temp… your Review is like a shooting Star with happy feelings… thanks for reading and believing that love has wings. gently, Pat

[Temperance]

You’re welcome

[Mauricio Montoya]

Wow! Love how this comes together past to present with each foot on a stepping stone. Thank you for sharing.

[Weeping willow]

Wonderfully expressed in the flow of words ;-]

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Willow… Grandpa Dave and my Grandma Minnie had Six children … three girls and three boys. Dave worked in the Coal mines in West Virginia. When their youngest son was ten years old, Dave bought Forty Acres with a Farm House for a Song 🎶 in Delaware and the children had their share to build homes when they married. A remarkable Man. He and his oldest Son worked for the Railroad based in Wilmington, Delaware (about twenty miles from the family Farm). Thank you for your lovely Review. gently, Pat

[Relic]

This is a beautiful tribute, Patricia. Sometimes we don't realize how short time is and what an impact people have on our lives. Especially after they're gone.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Tim… yes, we have a Lust for Life and too soon we lose those who gave us Life and unconditional 💗 love. Thanks for stopping by. gently, Pat

[Mauricio Montoya]

Family is everything something or someone will always tough our hearts with love yet we see the wisdom from someone we could never forget.
Thank you for sharing.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Mauricio... our bodies are meant to move a lot.. and not be Coach potatoes. Love the way you plant the "eyes" of the Potato to grow more potatoes. Thank goodness we have another way to reproduce.
A bit of Humor gives us the Courage to carry on. Thanks for your review. gently, Pat

[JE Falcon]

This is a sweet and tender poem and a great tribute. Loved it.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Falcon.. yes, there was a Time we camped in our Inherited land which half was full of Old trees… Sycamore and Pines. We pulled Vines and made a Path. Eventually we sold it to an adjoining Neighbor and He planted Eggplants and such for his Italian Restaurant in Wilmington. He had a very large Red Barn to keep his Horses and Cattle. I Ran with the Llamas in the Fueld and played with the Emus he bought at the County Fair… there were Goats with Milk and so the Story unfolds. Thank you for your tender Review. gently, Pat

[JE Falcon]

Sounds like a great time.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I had an old man talk to me once about "my generation" and how we didn't know the meaning of hard work etc. so on and so forth. So I told him about my own childhood with no running water, sawing logs and splitting wood to stay warm, working in fields from dawn to dusk all Spring and summer, digging toilet holes through red rock with a pick and mattock, carrying water a few hundred yards away from a spring to drink and fill mother's tubs so she could wash our clothes. Living on beans, onions and "taters" mostly year round with spring water to wash it down. Sleeping under hand made quilts a foot deep in winter and waking up in the freezing cold to get a fire going in the wood stove. When I finished he said, well, you might know a little more than most. Yes, the good ole days...hoping Christmas would bring us some fresh fruit, nuts or peppermints. We didn't have a Victrola but we had an old Philco radio that picked up WLAC in Nashville on a clear night. I still remember John R. advertising baby chickens for sale. My own grandpa was mean as a rattlesnake and if you knocked on his door you'd hear, "State your name and business!" and if you had no answer the next sound you'd hear would be a shotgun being cocked and a mean cur dog growling. He dipped snuff with a willow twig "brush" and always had it dripping from his lip. So nasty. Grandma baked and cooked on a wood stove and they heated their parlor with chunks of coal. They always had a coal bucket full and a big coal pile out back. Grandpa thought that was the height of prosperity. He drove a big brown livestock truck and farmed 80 acres of land with mules at one time, later he sold most of it off and got a tractor. He wore Red Camel overalls to church and a round, canvas covered, hard hat when he farmed. I don't have many fond recollections of my childhood other than trying to survive but where I came from, everybody else was in the same condition. We knew all our neighbors and they all knew each other. I don't know the folks who live next door to me now.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Fabian... those were the best years, because in the Era we live now--- it could all be shut down by Countries that think nothing of the technology that we live by-- except if it were available to the Dictators of some other Countries.
Thank you for sharing your childhood. My Grandparents were Proud to work hard.... The Immigrants that enter our Country now...should work just as hard . I was born in 1940 and I have also worked very hard to accomplish everything. As in the Book "The Tale of Two Cities"... we live in the best of times and in the worst of times. Every day we are in "mourning" for our Country... and we feel so much Grief about Ukraine being destroyed. The entire World could keep building their ow Country and we could all share our Resources. Sometime.s people have the Brain of a Beetle. Wishing you a Soothing Spring. Lovely to read your words. truly, Pat

[Fran Marie]

you paint many rosy hues of
good times, and merriment
with friends and family
a cozy and comfortable
atmospheric of once upon a
time; butttermilk skies.how
soft and mellow. ..nice work

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Fran... it is always a pleasure to read your reviews... it seems while our World is suffering... we still need to nature the memories and extend encouragement to others. We are at the Mercy of Barbaric Times. Prayers for Peace. gently, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

correction: "we still need to Nurture the Memories and extend encouragement to others." Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Thank you for penning an awesome poet for your treasured memories with your grandpa. You are a blessing to us all as he was to you. Awesome!

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami… you must be the Kindest
Poet to be so Gracious. Hope you are ready for Spring… May the Lord bless you and keep you Safe. Gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Thank you kindly. It takes one to know one. You do the same.