Winter

Winter Blocks

Winter
By David De Jong

Don’t get any ideas or get all riled
I’ve felt it in my bones for quite awhile
Been waitin’ for the time to let you know
This isn’t workin’, and you gotta go

I bid you; farewell, and gladly say so
It’s been some time now, I wished you would go
I’m tired of you tellin’ me what to do
Its high time things changed, for a better view

I welcomed you first, like everyone else
Like a breath of fresh air, good for my health
Things were crisp and clean, yet slowed down a bit
It felt great at first, we seemed a good fit

Somewhere between, the beginnin’ and end
I stopped seein’ you as my welcomed friend
Your cold-hearted attitude broke my stride
Time to let you go, run away and hide

We had some memories, good ones and bad
Some deeper than others, some best we had
Of gifts and lights and celebrations bright
New hopes and dreams, shared around candle light

You stranded us, branded us, kept us in
And never let us believe, we could win
You’d lose your temper and stir up a storm
Didn’t take you long, till it became the norm

Next time we meet, I’m sure I’ll have forgot
Your cold undertones and frozen earth plot
Time we broke it off, and just end this thing
I’ve found someone new and her name is Spring

Kitten Ranch

Kitten Ranch

Kitten Ranch

By David De Jong

Kittens, kittens, more kittens galore
We’ve got enough to open a store
Yellow and gray, calico to boot
That ol’ stray Tom had quite a hoot

Skinny or fat, lanky and fit
We got a genuine starter kit
We’ve priced em all quite easily
No hagglin’ here, they all come free

They’re fuzzy and fluffy, so soft and tame
Waitin’ for someone to give em a name
They puff at the dog, sphit in his face
He’s just lookin’ for someone that plays

There’s no limit, on the contrary
Please take as many that you can carry
Just bring a box, a leash or a crate
However many you take it’d be great

Hurry to text, e-mail or call
I’d just as soon, get rid of em all
It ain’t that I don’t like their glowin’ eyes
We just don’t need a herd quite this size

Scattered Dreams

Flower Log

Scattered Dreams

By David De Jong

Recurrin’ dreams that make no sense;
Endless trail with an endless fence,
Drivin’ for hours, just to walk away,
Searchin’ for somethin’, can’t really say.

Snow in the mornin’, sand at high noon.
Silhouettes fallin’ to a shadowed moon.
Scenes from my future, comin’ to view,
Most are forgotten, until Déjà vu!

Some critters will talk, most will listen.
My head’s in a spin, my brain’s gone missin’.
Wake up more tired than when I went to sleep,
Chasin’ coyotes, instead of countin’ sheep.

Roundin’ up cattle that got in the house.
Racin’ the cat, on a saddled mouse.
Takin’ a flight on a wing and prayer.
Showin’ up at school, in my underwear!

I fear my marbles have gone for a walk,
I hear them rattle, but refuse to talk.
Maybe tonight it’ll all make some sense,
Should I bring a gate, to put in that fence?

Eensy, Teensy and Wee

Mushrooms

Eensy, Teensy and Wee

By David De Jong

Eensy, Teensy and Wee
Lived on the fallen tree.
They told me all their tales,
Of using leaves for sails,
Guiding their ships to sea.

Their journey took so long,
They passed the time in song,
Singing to Mr. Bee;
Who brought them drops of honey,
To brew peach pollen tea.

Now their homes; are quite quaint,
And will never need paint.
Silken moss for a bed,
With a roof overhead,
Three mushrooms on the tree.

Their hideout may seem funny,
But rainy or come sunny;
They chose a very good spot.
Dry from the rain, shade from the hot,
Perfect for fairy peach pollen tea;
With Mr. Bee, Eensy, Teensy and Wee.

Horse Proctology

Horse Proctology

By David De Jong

I nearly died
When I opened wide
His chair-side demeanor
Just made me meaner
He didn’t say a word
And made me perturbed

No greeting
Just poking
Me bleeding
No joking
Throbbing pain
Novocain
Whirring chill
Burning drill
Needles to the gum
Holy – sun of a gun

He drilled a little
Then opened the door
I’m drooling spittle
He drilled some more
My patience went thin
While he drilled a well
Through my swelling chin
I wanted to yell
But couldn’t move my lips
Oh Shi-bubbly-bips

With no direction
He pushed ejection
My cheeks all inflated
His wallet elated
This half-crass, miss-called dentist
Was more of, a horse’s proctologist

Skunked

Skunked

By David De Jong

I dreamt, we had a skunk, in the house last night;
He came back to life, lookin’ for a fight.
The last time I saw him, he was on the road,
His head hit by the tire, flat as a toad.
Wasn’t aimin’ to end his furry life,
He committed suicide, launched this strife.
I felt a bump and shouted; “Oh No! Oh Dear!”
He got mystical with his fountain, in the rear.
The stink was so awful, it scared my poor nose,
But it all missed me, my truck, and my clothes.
How he came back to life, I’ll never get right;
I dreamt, we had a skunk, in the house last night

The critters were unitin’, that’s for sure,
They were scamperin’ about, raisin’ fur.
They’d chase one another, up a tall tree,
Stop short, turn and fix their eyes, all on me.
The dogs just laughed, at my predicament,
They raised their legs, in solemn sentiment.
So much for believin’ in “man’s best friend”,
They were all in cahoots, to see my end!
After all the lovin’, feedin’, and care;
They all turned against me; how did they dare?
I’m still quite quizled, by the crazy sight;
I dreamt, we had a skunk, in the house last night.

The cats pried opened the door on the porch,
I scrambled around, lookin’ for a torch.
He hid so well, in the dark of dark night,
I searched and searched, in a tad bit of fright.
I don’t know, if he was real or a ghost,
I thought for sure, he was dead as burnt toast.
Never did find him, don’t know where he hid,
My wits are slidin’ down a pyramid.
Now as I rest and close my eyes to sleep,
I’m wonderin’ if I’ll see the little creep.
His tail all poofey; his stripe of pure white,
I dreamt, we had a skunk, in the house last night.

Country Love

This Thursday Feb. 11, 2010 photo made available by the Andersland family and taken by Minnesota Aviation, shows an aerial view of a a half-mile wide heart made out of manure 12 miles southwest of Albert Lea, Minn.. Bruce Andersland created the Valentine's Day gift for his wife of 37 years in their farm field. His wife, Beth, says it's the biggest and most original Valentine she has ever received. She says some people might think it's gross but she says it's cute and "Why not do something fun with what you got?" (AP Photo/Courtesy of Andersland family - Minnesota Aviation, Darren Schone)

This Thursday Feb. 11, 2010 photo made available by the Andersland family and taken by Minnesota Aviation, shows an aerial view of a a half-mile wide heart made out of manure 12 miles southwest of Albert Lea, Minn.. Bruce Andersland created the Valentine’s Day gift for his wife of 37 years in their farm field. His wife, Beth, says it’s the biggest and most original Valentine she has ever received. She says some people might think it’s gross but she says it’s cute and “Why not do something fun with what you got?” (AP Photo/Courtesy of Andersland family – Minnesota Aviation, Darren Schone)

Country Love

By David De Jong

I love you bigger, than the back side of my horse.
I can’t wait to see you, so I hurry with the chores.
My love for you is so strong, let me show you how,
Stronger than my tractor, pulling that big old plow.

Holdin’ your hand comes normal, puts me at ease.
While you’re standin there; could you hand me that grease?
You’re just like the spare tire on my old truck,
You help me get goin’ whenever I get stuck.

Won’t never forget the first time you caught my eye,
There at the county fair, when it plopped in your pie.
You licked it; and slicked it; wiped it all clean,
You is the prettiest my eye ever seen.

No one can fix an old rooster the way you do,
How you kill an’ butcher em, fixin’ that fine stew.
They don’t know what hit em when you whack em dead,
Their legs runnin’, chassin’ crazy, lookin’ for their head.

I know how they feel, tryin’ to recollect their hinds,
Love for you drives me loco, the only thing on my mind.
I’ll be thinking on you, while I watch the cows graze,
Like green grass, I’ll be lovin’ you, rest of my days.