Sunday, March 25, 2012

My Little Cowboy


Riding Belle - this is one of his favorite things.  This is her retirement job.

Classic western profile, how I wish your Great Grandpa could see you buddy!

Learning his balance and seat the Mama way...

"Hey Mama, look at me!"

Belle actually listening to Luke...and then deciding if she is going to do as he asked!

Moving nice.
 

"Thanks Miss Belley!  Love you!"

A kiss for his favorite horse...she would have preferred a horse crunch!


That's ranch love!
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Sunday, March 18, 2012

One more turn

Photo prompt from Magpie Tales.


One more turn, please sir.
Just one to the right.
Should be what
we need
to set
things
aright.
Just one more.
Stop!  That should be it.
If only it were so simple to fix
all the things we have
made a mess of
here on our
beloved
earth.
but
it will take
so much more than
a turn of a hidden cog by a
wrench wielding earth mechanic
to fix what we have done.
We need to start
thinking more
about it.
Home.
She feeds us
she gives us all she has
and all she asks is for us to 
care just a little bit more
than we did before
just a tiny bit
just one
turn.
One turn
to the right, choice,
that is. Make it right and
maybe she'll be able to start
healing and breathing more 
easily, knowing that
her children do
truly know
love.

Magpie Tales photo prompt, but inspired as well by the Lorax. Unless! Unless. 

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Two Stripe Man



Two stripes in jui jitsui, I'm so proud of you buddy!
 
Sensei John from Revelation Martial Arts in Steinbach does such a great job with the boys! 
 


Linking up on The MOB Society to celebrate our boys. Won't you join us?
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Thursday, March 8, 2012

What limits?

Can you give me a one-by-three, red?
How about the hinge piece, in grey?
I need an angle, in blue, but three wide.
Right angles, stacking on top, below.

Some special, some classic.
Given enough pieces and enough time
would a six year old build the universe?

Some from new sets, others so old.
Given enough pieces and enough time
would Daddy build a masterpiece?

Some limits are by scale and size.
Who has room for the whole ship
on the kitchen floor, where we walk?

Some limits are by imagination and age.
Who can imagine what they cannot
picture in their minds fertile and bold?

Movies made in stop action, car chase
sound effects for a space movie
cause that's all you know how to make,

If we are limited by only our heart
and by our imagination then why
are we not changing the world yet?

What if the limits that hold us back
are nothing stronger than the fears
that kept someone back before?

If a mustard seed sized faith does
mountains move, then what does
a faith the size of a one by one stud do?

Love, life and Lego...inspired by my son, playing on the floor, having a Castle, Ninja, Star Wars and Indiana Jones imagination extravaganza with an audience of dogs while the winter sun casts shadows on a drifted yard.  



Saturday, March 3, 2012

Rebirth


Tired of being tucked into winter's white duvet,
I'm seeking for spring, looking for an 'away'
wanting the rebirth from the spring warm sun
and wishing for those green grasses to come.


And yet we can't complain, not really.
It's been so nice and sweet this winter.
Snow for sliding, warm sun for basking.
Makes little boys so happy and mama's too.


I do think, though, that the dogs
know the rebirth of spring best.
They can smell the earth 'wakening
and hear her stirring beneath.

Spring has so many wonders
waiting to burst forth and out.
But we shouldn't waste the fun
of playing in the snow!

Rebirth comes while we wait.
But what we do while waiting
is what makes the life worth
birthing again and again.

While I love spring and growing, this winter being so mild has given us snow and days to play outside until we are wet and tired. A perfect balance for late winter, don't you think?


I wanted to write something more 'heavy' on the Poets United "Rebirth" prompt but who can be deep and serious on a day when the snow hills are calling for laughing boys to slide and silly dogs to run?

Friday, February 24, 2012

Highland Cow Attack

A great prompt at With Real Toads, be inspired by another poem.  I can't think of one that makes me smile more than Cow Attack by Baxter Black.  Take a look, if you dare!


To say a cow is just a cow ain't right,
That's like saying a horse is just a zebra
sans black and white stripes.

There's some ol range cows that are
fierce and snotty. They'll tree ya quick,
or they will try to eat ya.

Them's not my cows though I can promise.
My girls are gentle and so very sweet,
never a snotty charge you'll see.

Everyone is safe with them, even a babe.
No one ever gets chased or treed,
well almost no one you see.

There is one cow you'll wanta watch for
if you are careless about cookies.
Cookies you ain't sharin that is.

Ol Blackie has one shape and it is round.
She is a sweetie but a royal pig
when it comes to treats.

Ya can pull her ears or polish her horns,
pet her calf, even scratch her belly
but don't be silly now tho!

If you have a crinkely or a crackly,
a cookie or a carrot, keep em quiet
I'm warning ya!

She'd lick ya and slobber in a mos'
undignafied way tongue out
and running ya down.

Cookies or a treat, even an empty
wrapper can bring'er coming.
Half a head of sweet teeth.

It ain't no real cow attack,not like
with a range cow or saucy bossy.
But it'll skid yer shorts the same.

Don't fool with that big cow,
she's jealous of her treats.

Mos other times she's good tho.
Just empty yer pockets is all.

Cowboy poetry! Copyright 2012 Shanyn Silinski

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Young Psalmist

At our house each day is started, by Luke, with a printing exercise of a Bible verse. His very favorite ones are Psalms.  Reading God's word together is such a beautiful way to come closer.  This morning I was surprised with something really amazing.

He wrote his first poem, a psalm, for God.  


Not because his Mama is a poet. But because he learned to praise God in poetry, like the Psalms!


I asked his permission to share with you, and he agreed.


My God
Oh God, the Lord
God O
My only Hope.

By Luke, 6 years old

My farm boy. My utter joy. 

Linking up today with Mom's of Boys (M.O.B. Society)...won't you stop over and visit the other Mom's who linked up as well?