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cobblestone barn
rolling fields fields surround
eagles, osprey, hawks
plein aire painters delight
basking in the glow

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The owner of the barn and land
graciously let the Vagabonds,
Plein Air Painters paint the barn
and spend the day enjoying the
atmosphere a few years ago…
On the Historic Register.
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TPOS prompt: set in stone
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Photo: (c) 2015 Saradunn
1907 Stone Barn, Somesville Maine
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The Tide Marks Time

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The ebb and flow of the tide
marks the time of the people on the coast of Maine.
We track our lives by it.
Go to work by it
or plan our activities by it.
High tide, low tide
affects the activities
of young and old.
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High tide,
not good for swimming for the very young,
looking for shells,
or clammin’…
High tide, in a storm
can flood a road or causeway, remove docks,
and bridges, stop traffic in it’s tracks.
Also at high tide,
the big ships come in,
and go out,
the scenery changes right up to the shore.
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Low tide,
the best for little kids at the beach,
looking for shells, rocks
and sea creatures left behind.
One might even find a shiny bit of
sea glass smoothed by the ocean
and traveled from a far.
The clammers and worm diggers
are out workin’ hard.
Seaweed is gathered for food,
the garden and other uses
off the rocky coast of Maine.
Time is money
and time is ruled by the tide.
So is life at home
ruled by the tide…
dad’s at work
by the ebb and flow of the tide.
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The ebb and flow of the tide
marks the time of the people on the coast of Maine.

siggiofmaine

High tide, Trenton, Maine, USA

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Out going tide…same spot, same day. Trenton, Maine, USA

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The Tide Marks Time

.
The ebb and flow of the tide
marks the time of the people on the coast of Maine.
We track our lives by it.
Go to work by it
or plan our activities by it.
High tide, low tide
affects the activities
of young and old.
.
High tide,
not good for  swimming for the very young,
looking for shells,
or clammin’…
High tide, in a storm
can flood a road or causeway, remove docks,
and bridges, stop traffic in it’s tracks.
Also at high tide,
the big ships come in,
and go out,
the scenery changes right up to the shore.
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Low tide,
the best for little kids at the beach,
looking for shells, rocks
and sea creatures left behind.
One might even find a shiny bit…

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siggiofmaine

from Saturday Centus, 7/30/2011

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Egg fried on sidewalk

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THAT’s hot.

And hot it is.

Ground is dry.

Cattle look for food and water.

Little kids look for swimming holes.

Hurricane Don,

a disappointment,

was thought of as a welcome sight.

City dwellers bake

as asphalt absorbs the heat,

Air conditioners a premium

…it’s lets go for a walk at the mall,

the parks too hot !

Dog days yet to come.

Dad said:

“We have to have weather

weather we want it or not.”

I think of Dad when

the weather’s rainy

icy cold, or

hot enough to fry an

egg on the side walk.

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New York City
huge crowd cheers sings cheers
crystal ball drops
East Port ~ DownEast Maine
8 foot sardine drops ~ kiss for luck
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CSP prompt: shape.
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photo: (c) 2013 artsipelago


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summer time
sea creatures lure
tourists play
lobsters scatter ~ others pose
fishy questions galore
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The Penobscot East Resource Center
in Stonington, Maine, has a wonderful
interactive room including a touch tank
filled with sea creatures including a
rare albino (actually sort of light blue)
lobster. Catching a white lobster
is a rare occurrence – only 1 in 100,000,000 !!
I did get “selfie” of the lobster in my hand
to mark the day.
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seize the poem prompt: busy

photo: (c) 2016 Saradunn
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OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 19 ... Oh, Dear !

OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 19
… Oh, Dear !

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Plimoth Plantation free use image

Plimoth Plantation
free use image

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OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 19 …Oh Dear !

The Prompt:

“…. I yet again bring you something with form! Never fear, this one has nothing to do with counting!

Actually this is a form that I kinda made up one day for a poetry class in college, I call it the “Dear,” form.

Once upon a time a friend and I were joking about our ex boyfriends at the beginning of poetry class and coming forth from that was what we wrote that day!

How to do it?

Each line of the poem starts with “Dear (name)”
You get one line to say something to an ex or some significant love, example I did my ex boyfriend, my high school crushes, my (then) current boyfriend, my childhood love, etc. Anyways my list ended up to be about 17 names long.
For each name, you get one sentence plus one word (optional) Example: “Dear Steve, at least you made good coffee. Sorry.”

Don’t have a long enough list? You can go with a list like your bridesmaids, your best friends in college, deceased pets, etc. I’ve always liked doing this periodically with the same list to see if my feelings have changed towards any of the memories I have of these people. It’s a nice reflective exercise I feel, personally I think it pairs well with a glass of wine.”~Beverly Tan
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My Response to the prompt:

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Dear Ancestors …
those who came on the Mayflower
with Edward for going back and getting the cows
so we could have milk and cheese in Wisconsin.
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Dear Ancestor writers and poets
who came before me…
your genes have been passed on
and into two generations after me.

Dear how many greats it is ancestors…
of those of you who were artists…
your gift of artist talent
is now in my grandchildren alive,
well and thriving.
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Dear Grandmother Winslow,
who emigrated from Norway
to an unknown place,
and thru your example showed me
how to handle crippling pain
with your grace and never heard to complain.
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Dear Grandfather Winslow,
you showed eternal love,
providing her the fine things she loved.
Saving and living frugally
to buy the crystal chandelier
piece by piece,
the oriental rug,
the french dishes for the table
… I wonder how many other things
we never knew about.
You gave me the love of Norman Rockwell
and remember the cellar room wall papered
with the Saturday Evening Post covers.
Most of all, your example of service …
doing all you could for your wife,
carrying her down the stairs in the morning, up at night…
never complaining
just doing what was needed
to keep Grandmother center in our lives ~
and allowing her to enjoy her surroundings
more than the four walls of the bedroom.
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I just realized that,
before the elevator at the nursing home,
when I helped carry residents
from second floor to first for whatever reason,
I must have heard you whisper in my ear.
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Dear Grandmother Gerstner ~
I may be following your foot steps
of making the rounds of the children/grandchildren
in the December of my life.
You taught me to keep silent
when in someone else’s home
… not to speak out loud your feelings,
yours must have been stepped on many times.
I learned so much by sharing a room
and my bed with you.
I still have your aprons
you showed me with patience
how to cross-stitch and patchwork
the right way and with elegance.

Dear Ancestors
who not only came over on the Mayflower
but by boat and plane, for a better life
or married and moved to join a family
~ one came on the day a baby was buried.
Your traits and personalities are still alive and well.
I wonder because of lack of photos,
if we look like you,
…. I can see some in me …
my Winslow nose that fits so well
with the Gerstner round and fluffy physique.

Peace and Love,

Sigrid (Gerstner) (mother Mary Winslow) Saradunn Artist, Poet, Writer