Tuesday, September 30, 2014

The Farmer's Daughter


There was a man who owned a farm.
He had a daughter blessed with charm.
She was a sweet and loving child,
Her spirit kind. Her manner mild.
Though some would say that she was spoiled,
On the farm she daily toiled.
Without complaint, she'd feed and care
for every critter quartered there.
She mowed the yard, lugged bales of hay.
She gave the shots on cattle day.
Her father beamed with pride to see
how helpful she would try to be.
But watching how she loved her pets,
made him the proudest daddy yet.
And just because he loved her so,
he never could quite tell her no.
Whenever she'd say, "Daddy please?"
He'd shake his head, though just to tease.
Then he would listen to her plea,
and grant her fancy hastily. 
He's bought her puppies, kittens, goats
"Santa" brought a donkey colt.
He's bought her ponies, ducks and hens.
Her lambs and ewes are in their pens.
A show hog for the county fair.
Alpacas came here in a pair.
Her latest gift from Dad, do tell,
A Jersey milk calf she named Belle.



Monday, September 22, 2014

To Look into His Eyes......

     I remember looking into the eyes of my babies, not as newborns, but as they got older and started participating in our relationship. I'd hold them and rock them and we'd just stare at each other so passionately. It was deep, intentional eye contact born out of the closest of relationships. Through it, we shared our deepest feelings with each other. Long before they could speak, they told me clearly with their eyes, "I love you, Mama. You make me feel safe. You are all I need" And I believe that on a very real and emotional level, they knew what I was saying to them. "You are the most perfect thing I have ever seen. I love you with every fiber of my being. I am here to take care of you and protect you. I will ALWAYS be here for you. I will give up my very life for you. I would die for you." It is these quiet moments, staring deep into each other’s eyes and sharing our desperate feelings for each other, that I miss the most about the greatest love I have ever known here on earth, the love between my babies and I.

     So on Sunday, Pastor Jeff encouraged us to focus on Heaven and what it is going to be like. "What are you looking forward to in Heaven?" He asked. My answer is this: to look into the eyes of Jesus and feel His love for me and share my love for Him. Just to look into His eyes will be enough. No words will be needed. We'll both know.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Simple Seasoning Mix for Pork Burgers

6 teaspoons seasoned salt
1 teaspoon black pepper
1/2 teaspoon onion powder
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon ground cumin
1 dash cayenne pepper


1. Mix all ingredients together and store in a shaker bottle.

2. Sprinkle over ground pork burgers before cooking.

Note: There is sugar and corn starch in Lawry's seasoning salt and MSG in other brands.  A simple mock version can be made by combining the ingredients below and using this as your seasoning salt base if you prefer not to use store bought. 

Mock Lawry's Seasoned Salt 

2 T salt
2 t sugar (optional)
1/2 t paprika
1/4 t turmeric
1/4 t onion powder
1/4 t garlic powder

Quinoa Bell Pepper Casserole

1 pound ground beef, browned and drained
1 teaspoon chili powder
1 teaspoon cumin
2 Tablespoons bacon grease, or coconut oil
1 small onion, diced
3 cloves garlic, minced
1 can black beans, drained
12 ounces frozen corn, thawed, or 1 can drained
1/2 cup quinoa, uncooked
2 tablespoons lime juice
1/2 cup fresh cilantro leaves, chopped, or 2 T dried
2 red bell peppers, seeded and chopped into large chunks about 1"
2 yellow bell peppers, seeded and chopped into large chunks about 1"
12 ounces cheddar cheese, shredded
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
1 scallions, diced


1. Cook quinoa according to package directions.  (I use stock instead of water and cook it in my rice cooker.)

2. Brown ground beef in a large skillet and drain.  Remove beef from pan and set aside.  Add 2 T of fat.  

3. Saute onions about 4 minutes.  Add garlic and jalapeno and saute for a few more minutes till onion is translucent.  

4. Add chunks of peppers and saute 4 more minutes.  Turn off heat. 

5. Add ground beef, quinoa, seasonings, and lime juice and stir to combine well. 

6. Pour mixture into a greased 9X13" pan. 

7. Sprinkle with shredded cheese and bake at 350 degrees for 25 minutes, making sure peppers are tender and cheese is melted and bubbly.  

8. Serve with diced green onions and sour cream. 


Notes:
This is very mild.  If you like spicy, add another jalapeno or something else to kick it up! 
You can use any kind of bell pepper, but I don't think green would have the same taste profile. 
You can use any kind of cheese you like on Mexican flavored dishes. 

Monday, September 1, 2014

Quinoa Stuffed Green Pepper Soup

I just threw this simple dish into the slow cooker in the morning since we had a very busy day planned and I knew I wouldn't have time to cook later.  I intended for it to be like my one pot variation on Stuffed Green Peppers, more like a casserole, but because I used home canned and frozen tomato products, it was very runny.  Turns out, runny, in this case, is delicious! Ted loved it! I've discovered another soup to add to my freezer stockpile of soups!

2 lbs Ground beef, browned
2 onions, coarsely chopped
2-3 large green peppers, cut into 1 inch chunks
1 clove garlic, minced
1 quart canned or frozen tomatoes
1 quart tomato sauce (I used home made.)
Salt
Black Pepper
1 1/2 cups cooked quinoa


1. Brown seasoned beef (I sprinkled it with seasoned salt and black pepper). Drain.

2. Throw Beef, onions, garlic, peppers, tomatoes and sauce into the slow cooker on high for several hours until the peppers are tender.

3. Meanwhile, cook quinoa according to package directions.  I used my rice cooker and cooked it in chicken stock actually.

4. When the peppers are tender, add quinoa and stir.  It's done!

Notes:

I dish this up into my bowl and plop a pad of butter right on top.  Really makes it special!

I'm sure you could add additional liquid to the slow cooker at some point and cook the quinoa right in the soup, but I didn't do it that way so can not report on that.

If you use store bought canned products and it's too thick, use some beef stock to make it thin enough to call it soup.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Blackberry Sauce

4 cups blackberries, fresh
1/2 cup coconut sugar
4 tablespoons butter
1 teaspoon lemon juice
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon

1. Melt butter in a sauce pan.  

2. Add all other ingredients and cook for several minutes as the berries soften. 

3. Use a potato masher to squash the berries further.  

4. Continue simmering till sauce is thick and reduced, stirring frequently.

5. Cool and store in the refrigerator for a couple of weeks or the freezer for up to a year.  

Servings: About 16 1/4 cup servings

Notes: Adjust sugar if you like your sauce more or less sweet.  I kept mine a little tart since I plan to put it on ice cream which is already very sweet. 

Serving Ideas: Great for ice cream or pancakes or spread on toast. 


Categories: DESSERTS

Blueberry Sauce

4 cups blueberries, fresh
4 tablespoons butter
1/2 cup coconut sugar
1 teaspoon lemon juice

1. Melt butter in sauce pan. 

2. Meanwhile, puree blueberries in food processor.  

3. Add blueberries, lemon juice and sugar to sauce pan. 

4. Bring to a simmer and cook till think and reduced stirring frequently.  

5. Cool and store in the refrigerator or freezer. 


Servings: about 12 1/4 cup servings

Notes: Adjust sugar depending on desired sweetness.  
Cinnamon would be really good in this. 
Makes about 3 cups.

Serving Ideas: Great on ice cream or pancakes. 

Friday, June 6, 2014

And for Another Thirty Years

There was a girl who loved a boy;
He was her true soul mate.
She did believe that God above
Chose him for her, not fate.

For thirty years he gave to her
True friendship and devotion.
Her faith in him, by all accounts,
Was deeper than the ocean.

And even though they knew hard times
They never did lose hope,
Or give a thought to giving up,
Or slide that slippery slope.

Now you might think that these two souls
Had special compensation.
His character, impeccable.
Her patience of long duration.

But flawlessness neither possessed.
They couldn't claim perfection.
They practiced just one habit.
From The Word they took direction.

In Philippians they learned to put
The other person first,
To set aside their own desires,
In serving, be well versed.

In Mathew, Jesus taught them
To forgive each other’s sin,
Seventy times seven times.
Don’t let resentment win.

Galatians says the Holy Ghost
Dwells within producing fruit.
Love, joy and peace and all the rest
Leave sinfulness dilute.

Proverbs says, don’t be so proud;
A humble soul is blessed.
In Psalms they learned to trust in God’s
Unfailing faithfulness.

In Corinthians, Paul says to run
The race as if to win it.
Keep your eyes trained on the prize
And determine to stay in it.

But first among the Laws to heed is
Love your God the Lord,
With all your heart and soul and mind.
Then great is your reward.

For as you give your love to God,
Serve Him in all you do,
Your love for other people
Becomes more perfect too.

A lasting, happy marriage
Calls for more than just a pair.
It’s a man, a woman and the Lord.
A triune love affair.

So with the help of God above,
Though weak in human flesh,
Their relationship has not grown stale
But joyful, strong and fresh.

The girl no longer is a girl;
The boy’s black hair is gray,
And for another 30 years
To God they daily pray.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Wasting Time

My eyes are still closed, as my dreams fade away.  I’m cozy and I’m wrapped.
But even before I’m fully awake, the day is being mapped.

Time is so precious.  It’s of the essence. Must use it wisely, they say.
It’s Saturday morning.  Farm chores are warning, don’t while the minutes away.

I’m making my list. Mentally ordering tasks, and wiping out the sleep.
Near seven o’clock.  Time to wake him up, and out of bed we’ll creep.

So I scoot to his side, put my hand on his arm and give a gentle shake.
He rolls over and sighs, and gathers me up, and whispers, “I’m awake.”

Now wrapped in his arms, I settle back in to a semi-conscious state.
Another half hour of quiet half-sleep.  Our chores might have to wait.

I should be up, cooking bacon and eggs. The morning bells are ringing.
But here, in this room, there’s a tranquil peace, as birds outside are singing.

He should be dressed and out in the fields, before the afternoon heat.
But instead he smooths my hair from my face, and gently, our lips meet.

Almost eight o’clock and we’re still soaking up the love that we are sharing.
As the minutes pass by, our priorities lie in the rings that we are wearing.

We cuddle awhile and I make him laugh with some silly conversation.
“Get up!” he jokes, as my side he pokes, “You think you’re on vacation?”

That long list of chores that runs through my head won’t be finished in forever.
But this time we are spending is time we are mending our very hearts together.

What a loss to the Us if we hadn't shared the tenderness we've tasted.
At nine, as I rise, I proclaim with a wink, “Another morning… wasted!”

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Cauliflower Spinach Soup

1 head cauliflower, washed, and chopped
4 cups chicken stock, preferably homemade bone stock
2 tablespoons butter
1 medium onion, coarsely chopped
3 cloves garlic, minced
1 Tablespoon lemon juice
1 teaspoon salt, or to taste
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
1 cup frozen spinach
2 carrots, diced fine
1/2 cup cream
4 - 6 slices bacon, diced and sauteed
4 - 6 green onion, sliced

1. Melt butter in a large dutch oven and add chopped onions.

2. Saute till onions are translucent.

3. Add chicken broth, chopped cauliflower, garlic, salt, pepper and lemon juice.

4. Simmer till Cauliflower is soft.

5. While soup is cooking, saute bacon till crisp and slice green onions.

6. Use a stick blender to puree the soup smooth.

7. Add carrots and spinach, cover and simmer on low till carrots are tender.

8. Add cream.

9. Taste the soup and adjust salt and pepper.

10. Garnish with bacon bits and green onions.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Skin and Bones

Do you know me? 
I am not skin and bones.
My muscles, they’re strong.
My young skin glows.
Can’t you see me?
I’m not skin and bones
My cheeks are flushed.
Lot’s to do; in a rush.
Where are you taking me?
I’m not skin and bones.
I have plans.
My dreams are unfolding. 
I think I’ll get going.
Why is this chair locked?
I’m not skin and bones.
My daughter, she’s growing;
see her picture?
I better head home.
Who are you talking to
in childlike tones?
I’m not skin and bones.
I’m accomplished.
Well versed; I could teach you.
Are you listening?
I am not skin and bones.
My love is coming;
picking me up, He’ll
be here shortly.
Have you seen him?
I’m not skin and bones.
I don’t want your potions
or afghans and condescension.
Do you think I can’t hear you?
I am not skin and bones.


Surely, I’m not. 

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Silver Fox

There was an older man
Who thought his wife was weird
Because she was in love
With his prickly silver beard.

His face, to her, was handsome,
Encased in only air,
But, oh, so much more gorgeous,
When covered with gray hair.

He says, "I just look older."
He wants to stem the tide.
She says, "You're main objective
Is to excite your bride."

She tells him almost daily
That if every strand falls out,
She'll love him still, forever.
He has no cause for doubt.

But when he threatens shaving,
She feels a vengeful state
and warns him, should he prune it
She will retaliate.

She leaves for him to figure,
The punishment he's due.
Without much mental effort,
I bet you'll guess it too.




Tuck Everlasting

Kiss, kiss
Hug, hug
Squeeze
Good night, stinker butt.
Kiss, kiss
Tickle, tickle
Giggle
Jesus loves you
Smooch, smooch
Hug tight
Read your Bible
Love, Snuggle
Kiss, pinch!
Ouch!
Giggle, giggle
I will!
Hug, Hug
You’re my favorite
Love, Kiss
Kiss, squeeze
I know
Kiss, hug
Hug, Kiss
Say your prayers
Snuggle
Smooch, Love
Hug, smooch
I will
Kiss, Smooch
You’re my chocolate ice cream
Chuckle, giggle
Kiss, kiss
Smooch, Kiss
Goodnight, looney bin
Chuckle, hug
Cling, squeeze
Not yet
Kiss, Smooch
Tight hug
Okay, Gotta Go
Kiss, squeeze
Cuddle me!
Snuggle, snuggle
Kiss, kiss
Ganigitched
Nut burger
Hug, cuddle
Mommy loves you
Kiss, cuddle
You’re my peanut butter cup
Kiss, hug
Cuddle, cuddle
Love, love
Jesus loves you
Kiss, love
Love, hug
Hug, squeeze
You’re my roly poly bug
Silly giggle
Goodnight
Snuggle
Goodnight
I love you
Kiss, kiss
I love you
Goodnight
See you in the
Gamorganogonousen
I love you
Hug, hug
You’re smart
I love you too
I love you
You’re beautiful
I love you
Goodnight
Kiss, Kiss
Snuggle, hug
Don’t go
Good night
I love you
I love you too
Stinker butt
Goodnight
Goodnight




I love you

Table for One

Booth or table?
How many?
They never infer
she won't be joined.
There are no expectations.
But some suppositions.
Lonely?
Deserving?
Intermittently, she's
reading, thumbing,
even listening.
Enveloped in the
clamor.  Soothed by din.
Counting the minutes of neutrality.
Rushless,
she falls into conjuring,
staring at the in between,
motionless far too long.
Demented? Affected?
There are no expectations.
But some are waiting,
others speculating, and
she doesn't care but
slowly relishes teeming
solitude.


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

A Different Path

By Lisa Marie Harmon

Cruising down the highway of your dreams
It really can’t get better than this.
Smooth roads ahead are all you can see.
Who do you thank for this ignorant bliss?

Then something comes at you from far below,
And jerks the wheel sharply to the left.
A more unexpected jolt you've never known.
A sharper turn would have meant your death.

Your eyes are filling up with your blood.
You’re dangling just above the savage cliff.
Fear runs through your bones just like a flood.
Against the fall, your very soul grows stiff.

Straining, you look up for a line,
Though you think you know it doesn’t exist.
Why waste your time hoping for a sign?
It makes more sense to shake an angry fist.

So in midair you find yourself trapped,
Between the wicked rocks and twisted steel.
Within the wreckage you have been strapped.
There’s no way out; no Let’s Make a Deal.

You fall into a deep but restless sleep,
And in your dreams you find you’re not alone.
Was someone sitting in the other seat?
Someone that you know you’ve always known.

You look into his eyes and see him wince.
His wounds must be far greater than your own.
You look into his loving eyes again.
And feel a desperate longing for your home.

As you wake, your body trembles cold.
You wonder if your dream was only shock.
But deep within you, peace has taken hold.
“Don’t be afraid.  I will be your Rock.”

It wasn’t belts and straps that held you firm,
And prevented you from being torn apart.
It was His steadfast everlasting arms,
Arms that bound His Spirit to your heart.

Today you’re headed down a different path.
In your gut you feel a dreadful grip.
No longer do you travel blind or fast.
This isn't going to be a blissful trip.

But now you know with every twist and turn,
As you anticipate a rugged ride,
A fire within your soul forever burns,
That travels strong and present by your side. 

Friday, April 11, 2014

Mother

There is a woman close to me.
I've known her all my days.
She makes me raise my eyebrows
With her "interesting" ways.

Sometimes she is quite normal.
Many people call her friend.
She gets along with everyone;
Tries hard not to offend.

Her favorite food is chocolate.
She likes the color blue.
She has a love for animals.
To Jesus, she is true.

A writer of fine poetry.
Her verses often rhyme.
She likes iambic rhythm
In a syncopated time.

Her emotions overcome her
In a tender circumstance
She cries at sappy movies,
Loves to watch a good romance.

But not everything about her
is as perfect as can be.
With all her little quirks
She can drive you up a tree.

And often she’ll confound you.
She’s as loony as a toon.
Her reason comes and goes
with the phases of the moon.

Odd faces, silly nick names,
Funny songs she loves to sing.
She talks too loud and much;
Lord, she is embarrassing.

Wait a minute I’m confused;
A conundrum I can see.
Is the reflection in that mirror
Of my mother or of me?

National Poetry Writing Month, day 11

Prompt: Mother

At The Beach

By Lisa Marie Harmon


It was in The City
Where he first saw her night black hair
The smile that killed him
He thought she hung the moon
There were no clouds above her

It was at her mother’s
After Christmas dinner
When he first hoped it might be never ending
She smiled then too
Leaving him defenseless

It was at their favorite restaurant
With no armor
Where he finally braved the question
And as she said yes
He died and went to heaven

It was in their life together
Where he took the colors
That she gave him and learned his purpose
To make her smile that smile
To be with her forever

It was in the doctor’s office
Where he first felt that fear
The worst kind, that
Twists your guts and shakes your bones
And steals the smiles

It was in a mountain cabin
Where they cried together
He wrapped her tight in quilt and arms
And they watched the clouds
Roll through the hills

It was at the beach
As the sun was shining
Where he knew a new despair
Asked a thousand whys
And stood alone for a long time


National Poetry Writing Month, day 11
Prompt: At the beach


Thursday, April 10, 2014

Say Love

By Lisa Marie Harmon


A lonely girl who never quite belonged
An injured sparrow long without a home
A woman longing for a lover’s song
Or maybe she'd be better off alone

She was afraid she'd never trust in love
Her simple faith had fallen like a stone
The fraud she’d known had trapped her like a glove
Her heart was broken, bloody to the bone

Then on an unexpected sun scorched day
A man from nowhere entered from the left
And boldly stepped up on her fractured stage
His deepest love for her he would profess

He didn't ever know quite what to say
He never understood her wrenching pain
Her tears confused him, left him out of play
Still he bound himself to her just like a chain

His gentle ways were like a flowing stream
That slowly washed away her secret rage
His hazel eyes to her seemed like a dream
A light by which she turned the tattered page

"Say Love, am I really safe with you?"
"Or are you like a house built on the sand?"
Reflected in those eyes she saw the truth.
And timidly she bravely took his hand.


National Poetry Writing Month, day 10
Prompt: Say love

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

A Good Decision

by Lisa Marie Harmon

What should I do? What should I do?
The choices equal fifty-two.

Wash the cups? The dirty plates?
Check for new insurance rates?

Clean the bathroom? Sort the socks?
Pack up the donation box?

I've got to plan my co-op class.
Place an online order fast!

We’re out of milk and Claire needs shoes.
A shopping trip is overdue.

The office is an official mess.
An appalling mess I should address.

My house is full of chores, no doubt.
The barn? Don’t even talk about.

There are so many pressing needs.
In me, a mound of stress, they breed.

So now’s the time I will decide.
My horse, I think that I will ride! 


National Poetry Writing Month, Day 9
Prompt: Accept the fluster

There's Nothing in My Sippy Cup!

By Lisa Marie Harmon

There’s nothing in my sippy cup!
Mama, won't you fill it up?
I don’t want water, milk or tea.
Please pour some apple juice for me!

There’s nothing on my kiddie plate!
With my dinner don’t be late.
I don’t want carrots, corn or peas.
Spoon me up some mac and cheese!

There's nothing in my puppy's bowl.
Can I give him half my roll?
Mama, help me just in case,
Puppy tries to lick my face! 

There’s nothing in my big toy box!
Nothing but some dumb old rocks.
Mama, please come through that door
And pick my toys up off the floor.

There’s nothing fun to do inside.
Will you take me for a ride?
Hurry! Get my stroller out.
The park is what it’s all about!

There’s no one in that toddler swing.
Mama, put me in that thing!
Push me high until I shout,
“I'm scared! Mama, take me out!” 

There's sure a lot of mud and dirt
On my body and my shirt.
Mama, please fill up the tub.
Get the soap and help me scrub! 

There’s no one in my rocking chair,
Except my big brown teddy bear.
He can’t give me what I need.
Mama please come rock with me.

There’s no one in my toddler bed.
Only I, there, lay my head.
I really like my mama’s lap.
But now I need to take a nap. 

There’s nothing more for mom to do.
It's time for her to lie down too.
But first she folds her hands to pray.
Lord, thank you for this perfect day.


National Poetry Writing Month, Day 8
Prompt: In my cup

Monday, April 7, 2014

Where I'd Rather Be

By Lisa Marie Harmon

The question's often posed
By those with a travel vocation.
Will you please disclose
Your consummate destination?

Where would you like to go
To get away from stress?
What should be the text
Of your new short term address?

I’d like to see the redwoods,
Fly to Bonaire and SCUBA dive,
Watch whales in the Pacific,
Ride horses on a cattle drive.

I’m not much for big cities,
But fancy ancient history.
Old Jerusalem where Jesus walked
Is a place I’d like to see.

A visit home to see old friends
Would bring to me delight.
On a mountain cabin campout
I would go without a fight.

But if you put me up to it,
Forced me to choose today.
Where would I rather be tonight
If I’d be leaving right away?

I'll give no hesitation.
Won’t name a beach or town.
I’ll turn down a long vacation,
And simply turn around

There’s someone waiting down the hall
Whose arms are warm and strong.
Beside him’s the best spot of all.
It’s right where I belong. 


National Poetry Writing Month, Day 7
Prompt: Where I'd rather be

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Melted

By Lisa Marie Harmon

Sobbing, he ran,
little bare feet
imprinting a trail
from castle to mom.
The perfect tower,
feather flags and
pebble windows,
a moat with flip-flop bridge,
his summer day fun,
melted in a moment
by one big wave.


National Poetry Writing Month, day 6
Prompt: Something Broken

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Not Mine

By Lisa Marie Harmon

I've received a gift from God, divine
A life of measured minutes,
An ordained part in His design,
A race for me to finish.

This gift, I know, I must return
And consider it not mine,
If, from the Spirit, I’m to learn
As a graft upon the vine.

Learn what it means to turn a cheek,
To be the light and salt,
To feel His strength when I am weak,
To love and not find fault.

I want to show my neighbors
Where to quench their thirst.
I want to die, like He did,
To be the last, yet first.

I could fill my life with pleasures,
Seek just my own advance,
But I’d miss the perfect treasures
Of our mystical romance.

I only have so many days
And so very much to learn.
I’ll put aside my selfish ways
And for His wisdom, yearn.

For when my days are done
And I stand before my King,
I pray, in me, he sees the Son,
And joy, to Him, I bring.



National Poetry Writing Month entry Day 5.
Prompt: Not Mine

Friday, April 4, 2014

Good Together

By Lisa Marie Harmon

Tubes and wires
Nurses, needles
It was a shock
To see him
So pale, so weak
We could barely breathe
Wondering
We never stopped
Praying
He seemed so helpless
And he would have been
But he wasn't
Because she was there
At the foot of his bed
And the other two
Each holding his hand
The boy was there
Making us laugh
And the six of us
In that tiny room
Were strong
Strong enough
To steel him up
And lead him out
And now
He’s good
Because we were good
Together




National Poetry Writing Month entry, day 4.
Prompt: Good Together



Thursday, April 3, 2014

What Hurts

By Lisa Marie Harmon

It doesn't hurt when she steps on my booted foot
And won’t step off for at least 4 Mississippi.
Not at all….
She’s not that heavy.

It’s no big deal when she pulls the line through my lazily ungloved hand.
Is that a rope burn?
Nope.
Just a scrape.  It’s nothing.

What? No. My back is fine.  This saddle only weighs 40 pounds.
I lift with my legs,
And swing it over.
No problem.  I got it.

But sometimes, as the cold fingers of reality poke my aging body,  
I realize there may (soon?) come a day
That has no boots.
No ropes.  No saddles.


That’s what hurts. 



National Poetry Writing Month entry, day 3.
Prompt: What Hurts

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Ground Beef Cabbage Soup

Eight individual servings of Ground Beef Cabbage Soup ready for the freezer. 


1 pound lean ground beef
1 large onion, chopped
1 large clove garlic, minced
4 cups beef stock, preferably homemade bone broth
1 can tomato sauce
1 can tomatoes, petit diced
2 large carrots, thinly sliced
4 large radishes, thinly sliced
2 ribs celery, thinly sliced
1/2 medium cabbage, chopped
1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
1/2 teaspoon marjoram
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
1 teaspoon salt
2 bay leaves
1 dash ground cloves, optional
4 dashes Tabasco sauce, optional

1. Brown the beef, onions and garlic in a large stock pot.  Drain if desired.

2. Add all the remaining ingredients and simmer till the cabbage, carrots and radishes are tender, about 25 -       30 minutes.

Servings: 4

Notes:

I use any combination of beef stock and tomato products, sometimes sauce, sometimes paste and water, sometimes just petit diced, etc.  Just so long as there's broth and tomato, it's good.

You could certainly add whole grain rice, quinoa, buckwheat or barley to this for a carbohydrate source.



Revenge

By Lisa Marie Harmon

In my hand
The rubber-band
That Brother shot
At me

What he doesn't know
Is that I hold
In my other hand
Twenty-three!



National Poetry Writing Month entry, day 2.
Prompt: In My Hand

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

A Purple Heart

By Lisa Marie Harmon

She wore a favorite purple shirt
The day she learned the truth
It didn’t stop the stabbing hurt
Or take her back to innocent youth

She ran through purple flowers
Tried so hard to get away
She ran, it seemed, for hours
But truth was there to stay

She glared up at the purple sky
As her dreaded day drew closed
The many tears she shed, now dry
Her mind and body, now composed

She walked back through purple flowers
Sleadily mustering as she went
The total sum of all her powers
Control of every sentiment

She opened wide the purple door
Choosing to be strong and brave
Deny the truth, she would, no more
And thus, no more, a slave



National Poetry Writing Month entry, day 1.
Prompt: Something Purple