Posts filed under ‘walking’
reflections by Issi – part 2
ohhhhhhhh…………..what do we have here?
……………a straight line to where…………?
.…………..can it be my beloved……………….
….the handsome neighborhood stud muffin?
~ words by Issi as told to mommy ~
** Note from mommy: We live on the Des Plaines River Trail, which is another word for an interstate highway for all sorts of wildlife. One in particular is ‘stud muffin’, who we know to be a coyote. We see them on occasion and Issi certainly smells them. They have the coolest tracks – single file. How they manage to walk in a single file line with 4 legs/paws is amazing.
reflections by Issi – part 1
as I walk in the snow
with my mommy in tow,
she sings a song
while I sniff along………………………………..
………….to be continued….
~ words by Issi as told to mommy ~
**Isabelle is still working on this piece – this is her first installment.**
lesson learned at a soccer game…
…
NEVER
wear
a floppy hat
while
walking
under stadium bleachers,
looking
at the ground
and
dreaming
and
thinking
of
~
~ words ~
~
to
write
…
BANG!
…
the hat, the klutz and the ding brain
…
interruption
ζ
ζ
quietly staring
waiting for lunch to swim by
Pshaw – GOTTA GO!
ζ
ζ
interrupted by a certain someone and her mommy – unintentional, of course…
ζ
rumination
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gazing at the ground
slab after slab of concrete
very hard and coarse
riddled in cracks and worn-out
truly what i see is – me
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a saturday stroll…
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big barn, big animals
tiny barn, tiny animals
amongst the singing hills
and swaying prairie grass
…
the big barn
…
the tiny barn
…
The Singing Hills Forest Preserve located in Lake County, IL.
This preserve began in 1942 as a 541 acre farm – Singing Hills Farm. The name Singing Hills comes from the number of birds that inhabit the land. Lake County Forest Preserves acquired it in 1997 and it is now part of the Millenium Trail – for walkers, cyclists, runners, horse back riding and the countless animals that live, walk on and fly by…
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a nebulous course
˜
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no line on a map
blind faith guides each step i take
leading to somewhere
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an unmarked path
Moraine Hills State Park
McHenry County, IL
Dear Mr. Frost…
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sweet sting of his kiss
cheeks blossom like red roses
a courtship with Jack
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Hot Cold night for a date.
December 9, 2013
a chance meeting
…
their world has been touched
sprawling humans from afar
surprise encounters
four legs cross paths with two* legs
dangers of coexistence
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*two can be four or, in Sydnee’s case, three legs
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Quite simply, there is a coyote in my neighborhood. (My neighborhood borders a farm with no fencing) I have had my suspicions – seeing a long four-legged ‘something’ walking at night without a leash or owner about. Last night, my suspicions came true. Face to face. Fortunately, I saw him/her in the lamplight. I stopped, he/she stopped. I stood still, he/she stood still. (Sydnee was oblivious – sniffing grass was way more interesting.) I then proceeded to yank Syd’s leash once and walked quickly in the opposite direction. Our new neighbor did the same, in our direction, but kept its distance. We did not run because I did not want to startle the coyote and, chances are, Sydnee’s fierce stubbornness would kick in and she would instantly come to a halt.
So, I have come to the conclusion that I must change our walk route at night and early morning. Away from the woods and the field, which then leaves us in the neighborhood, which then means too many distractions for Sydnee Pee, which then means our walks will take twice as long 🙂 It is okay. I am all for coexistence!
