
Strong connected hold friendship don't drift astray attach to something an anchor point


Strong connected hold friendship don't drift astray attach to something an anchor point


The grumpy old mountain ogre. With his stone faced stare. Don’t disturb his peaceful waters. Thinking of the better days, way back when. Discipline and respect when he roamed the world. The stuff he has seen. Doesn’t say much, just a rumble now and then.
One day Mother Earth will let him loose again.
Hope you see him too. Ha de Gött!


Sneaks up like a bully sudden slap in the neck think you are okay safe on the other side wet heavy woolen blanket gasping for air a way out ice pulling feet away band aid time stop the pain


I took this picture trying to capture the very special light. Is this picture hopeful or frightening?
Sunlight piercing through the dark clouds. Blue skies shows like hope. A house stands firmly on the rock. Shelter against the howling wind. Beams of hopeful light shines on the boats safe on land. Shines in the glittering water, like a child laughter. Bright crest on the clouds like bird wings.
Thickening clouds cover the sun. Blue skies turn darker and darker. Shadows eating the light. The structure on the rocks turns to a scary fortress. Birds fly nervously to take shelter. Water shivers in the cold wind. Clouds turns into deeper gray like a cold November day.
Two ways of describing the same picture. Which one fits you today?


What am I, but a drop in the ocean Clustered together with others Strong carry tons of steel Together as one Life, feeding a world Glue to the chain of food Flying high up in the sky Momentum from wind and sun Master basic states of physics Cold Solid, tempered liquid, gaseous hot What am I, but a drop in the ocean Circle of life, life itself
Water, H2O, a chemical compound that covers 71% of the Earths surface. All living organism depend on it. We should treat it with the respect it deserves. Ha de Gött!


I listen around, easily scare I'm just a lonely, little hare You sit there, so full of luck You can fly, being a duck Yes, in any weather We just spread our feather Finding out track By sounding our quack I'm fast to outrun The man with a gun I'm in a special class Expert to hide in grass But how do you escape the hunter? Oh, we just duck!
Wishing you a happy weekend. Ha de Gött!



Crazy old Ram McMutton Built an empire out of cotton Was a bit of a fool Better to set up in wool In despair began to weep Lost his flock, the sheep Went to competitor mr Wolf Now graze on meadows for golf Managed by a speckled beagle Clear from people hitting an eagle His wife, the lovely Ewe Stops this poem now, leave
Was not sure if I should press Publish or Delete but I guess I’m fearless today. Ha de Gött!


Tire, down flat Tire, with holes Tire, displaced Tire, rubber ring Tire, worn out Tire, left to rot Tire,d to be used as dumping ground
We should be kinder to Mother Nature. Ha de Gött!


You say I'm full of it Now enough, I quit Sat on my bench Spread your stench Flies buzzing around You just making sound Reading all the paper Then reused it later Now forever this is halted By nature I am bolted
Today I came across an abandoned house and this outhouse. I just start to write and see where the words take me. Perhaps I need to see somebody… Got to go, ha de Gött!