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Grand Champion Prize -Day 19- NaPoWriMo

wedding ring quilt

wedding ring quilt (Photo credit: pinprick)

English: Wedding rings Português: Anéis de Noi...

I quilted a quilt for the fair
made every stitch by hand
but I didn’t win a blue ribbon
as I had so carefully planned.

They placed a white ribbon on it
and called it a third place prize.
The pattern was a wedding ring
of many colors in king size.

“Beautiful,” my granddaughter said.
“I’ll save it for my wedding day.”
She pinned a blue ribbon upon it
and carefully packed it away.

Last week at her garden wedding,
a hot sun caused roses to wilt.
But hanging there by the roses
was my king size, blue-ribbon quilt!

Copyright 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

My Ozarks – Day 18 – NaPoWriMo

Behind Granny's Cabin

Sawdust mountains,
the sound of the mill,
the scent of raw pine
and a whippoorwill.
Sundown in the Ozarks,
shadows dance,
small calves bawl,
ponies prance;
hogs wallow
in mud holes deep;
eggshells crack
at sound of a peep;
the branch meanders,
whispers and sighs;
sweethearts postpone
saying  goodbyes
in the Ozark hills
beneath quiet moons
where mamas rock babies
to hillbilly tunes.

Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

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Mist Hides the Mountains – Day 16-

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A mist hides the mountains
beyond the river scene.
Little Johnny Jump-ups
fading now among the green.
Springtime in the Ozarks
where it’s really not a joke
that woodpeckers jackhammer
on a tall dead white oak.
The fern stems are beginning
to sprout into a frond
as little frogs go hopping
on the bank of the pond.

Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

At Home on the Mountain — Day 14 — NaPoWriMo

Chicks

Chicks (Photo credit: SimonM.)

Bumble bees are buzzing by,
headed for the hollyhocks.
Cow bell’s steady ding and dong
in the distance, beyond rocks.
Hear the rat-a-tat-tat-tat
of woodpecker drilling holes
in loblolly pine and oak
and in barnyard fencing poles.
Hear the whistle of a hawk
flying low in early spring.
Hear big, red hen cluck to chicks
to get underneath a wing.
On Banner Mountain, at night–
hear whispering through the trees—
mockingbird harmonizing
with the rustle of a breeze.

Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

Only Memories Remain – Terza Rima Day 11 NaPoWriMo

Only Memories Remain Copyright, Freeda Baker Nichols

Only Memories Remain
Copyright, Freeda Baker Nichols

Two windows, two front doors at this old frame
house where once a family lived long ago.
I listen; it seems I hear children’s names
called by their mother dressed in calico.
Today, the pear tree’s blooms are softest white
and ripple when the springtime breezes blow.
The old house comes alive again at night
in dreams of olden days that hastened by.
The time went quickly like swift birds in flight.
An old crow sits there now on limb up high
in yard where trees still stand so proud and tall.
I brush aside a tear, I will not cry.
Instead, I’ll help my memory recall
the sound of Mama’s voice when she would call.

Copyright 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

Sunflower – Day Ten – NaPoWriMo

Sunflower and seeds

The sunflower bows its head
standing there in my front yard.
The sun comes up bright and red.
The sunflower bows its head.
Now look how the seeds have spread.
Will they grow in soil so hard?
The sunflower bows its head
standing there in my front yard.

Copyright , 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols