PheonixDawns Creations! Poetry,photography and writings.

I have no tiller but that's ok  i'll trowel the ground the olden way With shovel in hand  a plant to grow a frog in my lap  and a seed to sow  A thunderstorm in the distance cool wind at my back  NOW is the time to execute this task  Sitting here with my seedlings assigning deeds dig and pull  throw rocks and weeds To garden  to a gardener is not really a task  It's more like a passion  It's more like play  It's living in the moment  delving in the day... My grandpas name was Bud  he died in the garden doing what he loved. I wrote this and then named the poem after him. I know he was whispering to me. #PheonixDawn #inspiredbyhim #luvtowrite 

Asleep in my bed I kept hearing low growls coming out of my kitchen, this was normal considering we have two dogs and a multitude of cats . I figured the cats had knocked off the turkey carcass from Christmas and the animals were fighting over it. I was too tired at the moment to get up and check. Let them have it I was thinking to myself. The next morning before the sun had rose I decided to wake up a lil earlier than usual and see how much havoc they had caused, how tore down my kitchen was. I got up and the door to my bedroom had been tore completely off the hinges. the bathroom door was too just laying . I peaked around the corner. I thought my youngest daughter was in the living room so I screamed at her . What happened are you Ok! Yes mommy! She just skipped back into the living room I then screamed at my older daughter. WHAT happened here last night? She replied, Mother I'm not sure... maybe a storm! I said no the foundation in the house has been shifted as I looked at the ...