*****A similar photo by Ted Strutz was posted on Friday Fictioneers back in 2017. I wrote this poem for that image. I didn’t get many views or comments. I thought I’d edit it a bit and add it to this photograph by Dale Rogerson. Sorry about the two extra words.
Traveling through the jungle had been brutal. The heat had overcome many.
Walking along, we see many homes that the opposing tribes had destroyed. Remnants of brick walls were the only signs.
The tour guide told us we would learn many things about the Watusi culture, including their healthy lifestyle.
I was excited about learning all of these new things.
Soon, the Watusi shaman was telling us about their exercises and dances. I was in awe when they began to dance.
The exercise works wonders on circulation. Watusi tribe members originated it. It also slims you down without medication.
I have been doing the exercises and workout moves since I arrived home from my vacation. I’m feeling much better already. I recommend you start right away.
This video shows what you should do daily to help with leg and knee pain and stiffness.
Once a day is sufficient for assured success! Enjoy …
It was a cloudy overcast day. A cool breeze blew as Bobby looked down at Jimmy.
“Hi, Jimmy,” he said in a low voice.
“Where didthese huge boulders and rocks come from?”
Silence surrounded the space between them.
“I’m sorry, Jimmy”.
We were two young college kids. It was Spring Break. We all thought it would be fun to drive down to the beach. It was wild when the girls arrived. What a surprise!
**********Spring Break is in full swing here in Florida. The beaches are packed shoulder to shoulder with teens celebrating. The drinking has gotten so bad in South Miami that the bars have a 6:00 pm last call on drinks and a midnight curfew has been issued by the county commissioners.
********** In the News: Recently, a man in New York City was shooting the homeless while they slept. He has been arrested. This story is based on those crimes.
Standing in the middle of the family room, I close my eyes.
Breathing deeply, I can almost smell the warmth of bread baking while pies cool on the window sill.
I can imagine being awakened by the aromatic brew of fresh coffee.
I can’t help but wonder about the many evenings after dinner when my grandmother would gather the children and impart her wisdom with stories of her native homeland and traditions.
It’s damp inside now.
Rain begins to fall, the sound against the tin roof echos a melody.
With all of my senses aroused, I embrace the warm sentiments.