Banner Mountain Girl # 59 “Autumn Preparation”

Autumn Preparation

Autumn skies are dripping gray,
the leaves are bleeding brown,
green-hulled black walnuts are dropping
like heaps of hail hammering down.
Red squirrels are packing nuts
for winter days ahead.
As for me, I just turned up
the thermostat to my waterbed.
© Freeda Baker Nichols

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BANNER MOUNTAIN GIRL # 56 My Arkansas Heritage

In Arkansas the Ozarks Mountains rise
in rugged rows of hills, tree-lined and steep
where redbirds flit beneath crisp autumn skies,
and sugar maples’ roots run dense and deep.

And here, we mountaineers are always free
to pass our heritage to every child.
Black bear and white-tailed deer near post oak tree
are sights that welcome me from forest wild.

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Fog fingers hide green valleys on wet days
when Arkansas awaits the sun to shine–
my home–a rustic cabin wrapped in leis
of pink azaleas sparkling like grape wine.

A welcome sound–Abe’s banjo by the stream
on nights when hounds forsake the mountain trails
and sleep stretched out in bravo just to dream
the hot pursuit of foxes with red tails.

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I’m glad I married Abe and settled down
to raise our blue-eyed, little family
on banks of this Red River town
where Arkansas forever calls to me!

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BANNER MOUNTAIN GIRL # 55 Grandma’s Gift

White Horse and DonkeyGRANDMA’S GIFT

Baby snuggles beneath the warmth

of a quilt that Grandma made

with pattern from a color book–

animals in a parade.

Some of them bark, some bite, some dance–

their colors are very bright

and baby loves to sing to them

when he goes to bed at night.

© Freeda Baker Nichols

Published: Butterfly Quilt Patterns

A shop at Mt. View

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Ruger takes a nap, too.

Banner Mountain Girl # 54 — A Friend Never Says Goodbye

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A Friend Never Says Goodbye 

A friend is one who stands nearby.
When others go their way,
a friend arrives to stay,
to laugh with you or sometimes cry.
One who will hold your hand
and always understand,
a friend will never say goodbye.

                                                             © Freeda Baker Nichols