We were so young
Wet behind the ears
Out to change the world
Change the minds around us

Wild in our abandon,
We danced in the parks
Dishabille
Barefoot and fancy free

FREE

That was the word
We used to describe ourselves
Who we thought we were
Who we wanted to be

What we were
Was our parents
In junior form

Oh, we tried not
To let them rub
Off on us

They did

We got it all

We became them
As they had become
Theirs before

Wild and free
War torn and careworn
Not so wild after all

Human

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ahhh those wild, wild editors at Trifecta challenged us this week to find out where the WILD ones are. 33-333 words using WILD in its third definition. Apparently I’m in a 100 word groove as that is the word count on this piece. How many wild words do you have?


Rod leaned on the counter pleading. “It’s Mom’s 86th birthday. I have to be there tonight.”

The clerk listened, nodded, repeated: next flight is 2:30 a.m. You will have to wait until then.

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After looking several times at the picture provided to us by those photogenic Trifecta editors, I noticed way in the dark background a young man leaning on the counter. Hmmm, what is HIS story? Thus these 33 words. I imagine there is much more to tell.
🙂

Staying with the birdy theme: hubbymoose and I spent our lunch hour watching a gull with ruffled feathers.
🙂

and – not quite birdy, but windy indeed: Mt. Redoubt windblown.

as always, click for a slightly larger view.

After men’s group tonight I stopped alongside the Bridge Access Road to watch a quartet of sandhill cranes. It was lovely and quiet (if I ignored the cars rocking my car as they passed – and I did – ignore them, that is.)

Here are a few pictures taken tonight. Enjoy. (click for slightly larger view)

It was a truly beautiful and peaceful time.

“We’re mad as hell! We’re not going to take it anymore,” they chanted to their “superior” as she called herself. She cowered in her office. Her supervisor attempted to calm her. “Come to my office,” said she.

“I can’t go out there! Please send someone to get me.”

“You’re an adult. Open your door.”

She cautiously peeked out to find placards strewn across the carpet in front of her door. A chicken on one: “Fowl Play;” a raven on another with a circle and line through it: “Crow no more.”

“I knew taking chicken off the menu was a mistake!”
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This is for Lance’s 100 Word Song challenge: Revolution. I was pleased to be allowed to choose this week’s song after Lance read last week’s entry about Annie – Telling Stories.

Of course, the new tune had to come from my generation – thus the Beatles and Revolution. Of course, I then had brain blockage as I tried to come up with 100 words worthy of the song – and the challenge. I ventured into the world of the grandest revolutions in “recent” history, but decided I could do none of them justice. So, SNARK wins out in the end. The above is a mostly fictitious piece. It, as always, has some element of truth hidden within the lines. Chicken, anyone?