Transformation

When I get on the lawn tractor

I am transformed into the

amusement parks Tilt-A-Whirl;

moving in light circular curves,

turning and turning, my body isI

slammed inwards as I fight the

forces all around me.

 

When I get on the lawn tractor,

I am transformed to the Indy 500

It’s just a 5.000′ straight track and me;

clutch in, fifth gear, and I’m off!

Going into a tight curve, let her out three

grassier turns later for one more lap.

 

When I get on the lawn tractor I am

transformed into the Ultimate Mowing Machine

Precision timing, neat straight away, deftly

formed corners, grass churned beneath

my powerful blades

fall into the trailer behind.

Boy! I love this chore.

The Dreamer’s Soul, Vol 1. pg 21, 2003

Kathryn Aubrey, ISBN#0-9747822-0-3

 

 

 

 

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The Squirrel Watcher

It has beautiful auburn hair and big almond

shaped black eyes and whiskered cheeks.

he curls of its tail as long as its body is tall

brings a swirl of happiness to my mother;

the squirrel watcher.

Mom lines a dozen pecans onto a bark formed shelf

and to her delight watches

as the male squirrel hands-off the nuts to his mate

one cheek and paws full at a time.

For hours they will play, racing to and fro

among the trees, leaping across gulfs to the

next tree limb or for more antics crossing

the fence and climbing the roof.

They climb the greased pole to rob the bird feeder

of its sunflower seed and take a sip from the birds’ bath.

And every once in awhile they stopped and gaze

at the wonderful woman watching over them.

The Dreamer’s Soul Vol. One, p14. 2003 by Kathryn Aubrey

ISBN#09-09747822-0-3

Dedicated to my mother Mrs. Patrician Anne Boggs

 

 

Destined to Be

He stood on all fours, two feet from the ground.

He had beautiful down of rich cream

with apricot sprinkles from nose to tail.

Twin eyes of liquid hershey Kisses

He cautiously eyed me, then approached,

as I crouched down to meet him.

His vacuum nose sniffed scents from all of me.

He slowly began this rocking prance

from side to side, inviting me to touch him.

He was a gigantic dog. His barrel chest was 18″ wide,

strong in muscles. His face was

handsome and evenly set, his soft tongue

thanking me for scratching his ears.

Around his body, my  hands caressed,

taking in the bulk that made up this mammoth

dog Ralph. Ralph and I knew that we were

destined to be companions and friends for

each other’s life, as he came to share my family with me.

The Dreamer’s Soul, Kathryn Aubrey, p12, 2003

ISBN#0-9747822-0-9

#dog #relationships

 

The Eclectic Seamstress

She was eccentric and nostalgic

using brown shipping paper to capture;

tape, pin, snip, her hands fled deftly

Her mind clicked for an imaginative purpose;

is it a sailboat? is it a pair of sails?

The sewing needles ran

at the speed of thought. Straight lines,

folded edges, crisp corners

Pressed and smoothed an image began

to stand out from among the rest,

is it a setting sun or rising moon?

The triangles filled with thought

and the spinnaker sails arose into

curtained cloths.

 

Page 6, The Dreamer’s Soul, by Kathryn Aubrey

ISBN: 0-9747822-0-3, 2003

#sew #seamstress #poetry #Kathy Challis