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Animal’s Greetings

Hello my friends

I hope your life is doing well. We’re doing
fair to middling. Yeppers, and it looks as
if winter has finally released control of the
weather LOL. Spring has finally sprung 🙂
All of the snow is almost gone. There are
still a few places where the sun don’t shine
that snow is still straggling, but for the
most part, it is almost all gone. We have
even seen a few spots of green grass here
and there. Of course, it’s still coolish 🙂
This weeks highs range from the upper
40’s to the mid 50’s with still a few nights
in the freezing range such as the 20’s, but
for the most part spring is here. We are
ready for it. I love snow, but there is
such a thing as too much of a good thing.
So what else is going on around this place?
Well Judy and I have been just enjoying
the changes of the seasons and the seasons
of change. Yep, we’re looking forwards to
being able to sit on the front porch and
enjoy a summer breeze. We take life in
the slow lane. LOL when we got back
from town the other day, the boys got
out of the car and went looking for snow.
Benny literally loves the snow. Though
he also loves to run in the field and that’s
where him and Rocky headed. We had
to stop them, because we don’t allow
them to go out there without us. Judy
and I will be taking them on some field
trips as soon as the field dries up a bit.
It’s a tad muddy at the moment, but we
figure maybe in a week or so if not a bit
sooner. It will give us some much needed
exercise as well as the boys. Tomorrow
we might finish trimming Rocky. Judy
began cutting his hair last week while I
was writing, but she had to stop because
Rocky is not an easy haircut customer 🙂
Benny on the other hand is fairly good
about getting his hair cut of course up
until you start messing with his front
paws LOL. He does not like us to mess
with his front paws, but between Judy
and I we’re able to get them trimmed 🙂
Rocky’s hair is full of snags that will
have to be combed and cut out before
we ever begin using the electric shears.
We’ll get it done. The groomer that we
had used a couple of times cut back on
the amount of dogs they would do and
ours were ones that got let go. It’s OK.
We bought some good dog shears a while
back to do the work. It’s cloudy today,
but the sun is still shining bright. It’s
nice to be able to look outside without
sunshades and not go snow blind hehehe.
Right now at 5 PM it’s 43 F degrees and
it looks as though that’ll be the high for
today. There’s not been much going on
around the Pearce’s Place, but we do
enjoy that sometimes LOL. Sometimes
nothing is better than something hehehe.
Yeppers, it’s been quite peaceful here
at the homestead. I fixed Judy and I
some biscuits and gravy with an egg and
some sausage for breakfast today. The
boys got what we couldn’t eat and boy
were they happy 🙂 Anyways, it looks
as though God is still watching over us
as also many angels look after us and
protect us. Thank You God for all that
You do and all that You have done. We
are most grateful. So, it looks like it
is time for me to begin looking back on
all that I’ve written here to see if I can
find a good word or phrase that I can
use for the title for today’s brand new
poem and so it’s away I go, to that lil
place of my recollection that I always
call RECOLLECT VILLE. I think I
may of found a decent title just a few
lines down from the beginning of my
rambling and now after checking it
looks as though it has not been used
yet, so used it shall be. Here goes…

Seasons of Change

Life as a journal
is written in time
page after pages
of change of design.
Seasons begin then
and then they go
changing the views
from rain to snow.
Visualized themes
as dreams desires
become the essence
that timeless aspires.
Many look away
and never ever see
seasons of change
a flower or tree.
We plant emotions
as seeds on a hill
hoping they one day
will surely fulfill.
Bringing teardrops
and smiles to shore
singing of seasons
of times evermore.
Leaving confusion
as a withered detail
seasons of change is
as moments exhale.
Yet as the weather
begins to explain
God gives the answers
in seasons of change.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 28, 2019

There ya go. I hope you liked the poem
and maybe even my rambling 🙂 I’m not
sure if my poem will make any sense to
anybody but me hehehe, but I hope you
got something out of it. It’s 6 PM now
and it’s still 43 F degrees LOL. Not much
change huh. So, I guess that’s about all
I have for you aside from what I tell you
every week and that is, I wrote some more
poems and haiku. 10 more poems and
22 more haiku for all of the haiku lovers
out there. I hope you find 1 or 2 of either
or both that you like. Now I believe it’s
time for me to begin my search for that
hardly elusive off switch, but not before
I wish you a truly blessings filled week.
Remember, Jesus loves you and we do
too. Now, where can that ornery off
switch be trying to hide this week?????
Hmm, I’ve been looking around the
room and on my second pass I think
I may have seen some movement from
within my bag of greeting cards. Yep
you peeked when you should’ve stayed
hidden. It doesn’t take much for that
bag to move and you did just enough 🙂
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill, Judy, Benny, Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce

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Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Stills of Life

Sometimes life
can become a glimpse
a time so refined
as a scene past tense.
Then was in motion
but became as a still
a picture remembered
that again never will.
Stills of a venture
of thens said and done
as a time on your mind
of a bright shining sun.
It doesn’t really matter
how hard that you try
for the stills of life
will just fly right on by.
Leaving then in place
as but only memories
scenes that of lifetimes
summertime’s breeze.
Highlighted in hues
of a moment of style
as a day you remember
with just but a smile.
A time maybe fishing
or just floating about
in a lake or an ocean
in ways and out.
Life can bring echoes
of a time and a place
as the stills of life
that pictures retrace.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 22, 2019

Poetic Memories

Thrills of a wording
our poetic thoughts
become as a doorway
to moments embossed.
Brought to attention
as a memorized verse
time’s of the essence
we cannot rehearse.
Memories recorded
on blank states of mind
that have within them
a place and a time.
Becoming as poetry
with rhythms complete
timeless so timeless
as a person’s heartbeat.
Looking and dreaming
of a time or a place
a page might display
a poem to embrace.
As that of a wording
of a lifestyle of song
found as our reflections
right unto wrong.
Our poetic memories
can become as a dance
the minutes remembered
as life’s own romance.
So take heed the moments
and hold them like wine
as poetic memories
of a special design.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 22, 2019

Gliding Over Life

Skimming over water
as a ship without a sail
many will just move on
in a spastic times detail.
Leaving many ripples
within their days desires
while gliding over life
and creating many fires.
An ocean type of mind
might be deep within
holding on to memories
timeless days back when.
The scenes might involve
a certain type of style
that’s gliding over life
to give a time a smile.
There might be discord,
there might be confusion
within all the many waves
of a timeless illusion.
For many things we see
might be only dreams
found within the heart
of many wanted scenes.
The scenes might awaken
what time’s well hidden
leaving it as a dream
that time has forbidden.
So take a firm grasp
on the best you can find
while gliding over life
and find peace of mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 23, 2019

Thoughts of Spring

Thinking of flowers
that blossom so fine
brings into view then
a magical time.
A springtime journey
of a springtime stage
thoughts come alive
with a turn of a page.
Becoming as artwork
that might reappear
winter to springtime
with year after year.
Thoughts of a dream
a true burning ember
of flowers blooming
of which I remember.
Colorful moments
become as a sign
found as a dreamland
that lives in my mind.
It is but a story
that’s written in hue
timeless perceptions
beneath a sky of blue.
The ages of changes
that minutes become
thrive as the stories
that breezes will hum.
Maybe even creating
a song which to sing
this what’s recalled as
my thoughts of spring.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 23, 2019

Dream Within Dreams

Sights of emotion
come as a glance
timeless persuasions
that seconds enhance.
A dream within dreams
of a succulent place
can be the flavors
of a magical taste.
Some scenes come alive
as a dream of style
painted with reality
that moments compile.
A dream within dreams
of a scene of a day
can create artwork
in a wonderful way.
So many brushstrokes
of a day’s desire
can enlighten lifetimes
of a moment’s entire.
Life begins breathing
as a breath of fresh air
a dream within dreams
with God’s love and care.
So let your heart breathe
of a lifetimes array
a dream within dreams
of a wonderful day.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 24, 2019

Green and Blue

A field of longevity
pours out like gold
scenes we remember
of stories ones told.
Blue skies above you
and hills that display
the greatest of colors
a dreamer’s array.
With green and blue
added to the sights
time begins moving
daylight to nights.
A clock on the wall
might just enhance
the green and blue
of a song and dance.
Doing the two step
as life moves on
as green and blue
sings us its song.
Bringing us patterns
of daylight supreme
life as a blessing
found as a dream.
A God given day
that began as a vibe
a distinct emotion
that lives deep inside.
Growing like oceans
of waves so divine
grasses and blue sky
thrive in the mind.
So many viewpoints
then quickly arrive
heavenly blessings
that begin to thrive.
Found as a picture
you carry with you
sights you remember
a time green and blue.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 25, 2019

Melting Snow

Winter’s end
comes with a flow
season’s journey
with melting snow.
Rivers running
so fast and true
are the essence
of waters blue.
Melting snow
creates a theme
some as a river
some as a stream.
Winter welcomes
spring’s displays
warming weather
nights and days.
Yet the whiteness
of snow appears
found as memoirs
of winter’s tears.
Becoming scenes
of thereunto
seeming timeless
within view.
The days display
the new days sun
found as spring
is surely sprung.
Time is counted
within flow
springtime comes
with melting snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 25, 2019

Time Continues

Now becomes memories
as then recognizes
time continues onwards
while life then revises.
The larger and smaller
of versions of time
become as doorways
to a distant design.
Things we may of seen
of an earlier view
might just fall away
from old to anew.
The lifespan of moments
might just fade away
leaving you a memory
of one distant day.
Life has a time frame
that comes and goes
as seconds tick onwards
to give us some shows.
Leaving many scenes
as a withering style
lasting for a moment
or for a long while.
Those God given scenes
that our eyes perceive
become as the blessings
for life to achieve.
Maybe through a photo
of some distant news
life brings us smiles
as our time continues.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 25, 2019

Majestic

Timeless is artwork
green grass and hills
God gives the beauty
a lifetime fulfills.
Counted as a dream
so many will find
the majestic artwork
of a glorious time.
With distant meadows
in subsequent views
time comes to life
when moments infuse.
Bringing about signs
of a new day’s dawn
found so majestic
it goes on and on.
Seeming as endless
of a timeless array
God gives us windows
as day unto day.
Some might be open
life slipping through
and others still closed
just to give us a view.
Those majestic times
that might be as doors
some which to open
to give us new shores.
Then many others
might be closed tight
and not then to enter
for timing’s not right.
The seasons of change
might be on display
while God’s preparing
such a wonderful way.
A life full of hope
and pleasurable scenes
as majestic moments
God’s power convenes.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 26, 2019

Living With Life

Often our wantings
are not good to see
as they become ripples
that ones don’t agree.
Often what’s wanted
becomes as a glance
as a place and a time
of a sinful romance.
Look for the reasons
and look for the signs
what that you shouldn’t
with time after times.
The past is a teacher
as a lake full of trials
timeless perspectives
of our frowns and smiles.
Allow God’s blessings
to become clear to view
while living with life
in the things you do.
We’re but only ripples
with where’s and why’s
found within a picture
of some cloudy skies.
Learn from the past
of the good and bad
and then look forward
and learn to be glad.
For as we journey
with our good and strife
we can find peaceful
while living with life.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 26, 2019

Haiku
for Apr 27, 2019

Life is but dreamland
that often becomes nightmares
as we each wake up.

Looking through windows
you might see yourself wanting
what you do not know.

Various lifestyles
are as flowers in gardens
trying to look good.

Brought by illusions
our views might be deception
that cannot breathe truth.

Beyond what is real
holds our imagination
created by dreams.

Shadows of a day
can become living moments
in our memories.

Some doorknobs on life
might turn free to let you in,
but not let you out.

Searching distant fields
you might discover some scenes
that you never saw.

Wasting a moment
and only dreaming of life
might find much regret.

The length of a time
might seem longer later on
as we remember.

Trials by fire
are often the best teachers
that we remember.

Angels from Heaven
might be friends that we can’t see
or ones that we can.

Going in circles
many continue their lives
living in nightmares.

A short train of thought
is that of a breath of air
that quickly leaves you.

Because of a lie
some fail to trust anyone
and never find truth.

With blinding lightning
comes the roar of true thunder
in a moment’s life.

Train tracks of memoirs
become as locomotives
chugging through heartache.

Slain by memories
that become today’s burdens
can drown out all hope.

Change is needed
when we meet a wrongful path
that sours our thoughts.

Believing in God
does not mean that you are saved,
for Satan knows Him.

Our baggage of life
can turn into a truckload
if we don’t let go.

As life meets demise
a new life then is begun
as spirits live on.