By getting together the best place is Visemøllen. More or less comfortable placed, there is far to the bar. a chain reaction must be activated before the beer reaches your thirsty throat, but the mood is good surprises are on the menu From [...]]]> A pebble thrown at Tønder
ripples of music
travel far away

By getting together
the best place is Visemøllen.
More or less comfortable placed,
there is far to the bar.
a chain reaction must be activated
before the beer reaches your thirsty throat,
but the mood is good
surprises are on the menu
From Line Dance
to the traveling man’s blues
and remember
always carry a coin in your back pocket.

a bit of agreed talk for some
I know
but come to Tønder Folk Festival
and especially Visemøllen next year

Where there is a willpower there’s a seat,
but it’s best to book in advance

Last weekend of Summer
the sun went on vacation
Tønder Folk Festival

I can almost hear her foot print still in the front yard I’m sure she is just behind me looking for me I say her name out loud but there is no answer her happy voice – no more.

Never see her overlooking the front [...]]]> It cannot be right once again – a loss

I can almost hear her
foot print still in the front yard
I’m sure she is just behind me
looking for me
I say her name out loud
but there is no answer
her happy voice – no more.

Never see her overlooking the front yard again.

This is not fair
It’s only a year since last
the trust, love and hopes
again slipping through our fingers.

on the heather
we will meet
from time to time
lady, Cassie and now Tessa
family members

I’m not that familiar with all your work, but as I scroll down the page, I noticed your “Autumn rain” first published at “Falling Leaves” which is where I remembered it from.

autumn rain time to be moving on down the road

you wrote

I couldn’t help to see, maybe [...]]]> Comment at Mandy’s Meanderings

I’m not that familiar with all your work, but as I scroll down the page, I noticed your “Autumn rain” first published at “Falling Leaves” which is where I remembered it from.

autumn rain
time to be moving on
down the road

you wrote

I couldn’t help to see, maybe looking back, the reference  to the situation right now.
‘time to move on’
the circumstances are not always up to us when to move, what we can do is how we move on.
May your move be of grace and dignity.

turning
towards winter path
leaving behind – words

Ashi

Lars had a daughter, my grandmother on my father’s side. Søren had the courage to take the long road down under.

He came to Brisbane [...]]]> One of my ancestors named Søren Nielsen, and this is on my father’s side.
It is my great-great-grandfather who had two sons, one called Lars and one called Søren.

Lars had a daughter, my grandmother on my father’s side. Søren had the courage to take the long road down under.

He came to Brisbane on the good ship “Quetta” the 5.th. of February 1890 as a ‘Continental Remittance Immigrant’. The ship “Quetta” sank on its return trip to England, the place is today known as “Quetta Rock”.

He married Charlotte Petronella Brown 8.th December 1897 at Holy Trinity Church, Mackay, Queensland. It has been said that she was a steady hardworking person and Søren a bit of a dreamer (what else if you take the road to down under?). They were spiritually people with the gift of healing. Now this was not really accepted back home in Denmark, but out there it worked, and wherever else than in the homeland of the Aborigines could this work.

By the way Charlotte’s father came from Denmark too, same region as Søren. Her mother though came from Småland, Sweden.

A dream seeking
not always found
even down under

Okay so I’m now a grass widower. It has nothing to do with grass, just means I’m alone for few days. My wife left home, children, husband and dog for three days replacing it for some Swedish nature. Left the dog, knowing what I know it could surprised, well the damage is done [...]]]>

Okay so I’m now a grass widower. It has nothing to do with grass, just means I’m alone for few days.
My wife left home, children, husband and dog for three days replacing it for some Swedish nature. Left the dog, knowing what I know it could surprised, well the damage is done and I’m stuck with the dog. That means providing the food and go a few walks, etc.
We are doing this on a daily basis, a walk before breakfast, after which the dog mind it’s own business the rest of the morning, because there isn’t much go in “daddy” from a dogs perspective. Well of course we run into each other, now and then, particularly if there might be some goody at stake. In the afternoon we usually take a little longer walk. Late afternoon is Cassie as bit more worried, and she stays in one particularly place-, front main door, because then “mummy” cannot unseen enter the house. When the happy return festival is over, there is no dog more “fjetvorn” (ingratiating), ticking and forceful than this one, and everything leads to get “mummy” to take her dog out, and do some training somewhere, no matter what, just doing something with her. The last I usually do, is the evening walk. Cassie comes promptly when I get ready to the walk. And it’s not, because it is something special, but it’s now a tradition. We are about 50 meters down the road, cross it, and go back, that’s it, Cassie peas and go immediately to bed, when we get in-door.

See, this is normal, quietly and no fuss about it. But with today’s situation I thought, I might spoiled Cassie a bit, so I went out with Cassie in the car (yep it happens to be at home) and drove out to the Lake by the electric power plant.
It went fine, there was some immediately exploring and stools to deal with. After a little while, it was as there had gone GPS  in it. You know when it’s not running as planned, there will be messages like “turn back asap”, “turn back in 80 meters,” “turn back now!” And since we do not, because I liked to go a different route, there soon will be a new “turn back in 200 meter” and that was precisely how Cassie reacted, attempting with increasing intervals to turn back. And that dear reader is the point; Cassie was out walking with its reserve dog leader. And what is that about, now just think if Cassie’s dog leader (the real one, mind you) had come home, while she was out walking with the reserve, it would be terrible.
So the first third part of the trip around the lake went to persuade “missy” that the rout was where I wanted it to go. Well eventually abandoned it, just as GPS, planned a route that matched the Master better.
Successfully completing that then started the next problem. I have obviously pocket full of goodies. Cassie now took all her energy into entice one goody after another out of my pocket, with basis in the slightest occasions, she could find. The discussion went over the next third of the trip. Eventually it calm down. But now we had come so far that Cassie’s targeting system went on overtime. She knew exactly where the car was now, and tried several times to make shortcuts to reach back to the car. The reason for this was of course that the car is home and a quick return to see if the dog leader was back home, but also that there is always a reward goody or two, when Cassie are well back in the cage.

Being a reserve dog leader is not easy, definitely do not believe it. We do not do the same thing as “dog leader” and that’s because it’s “work” training – that counts most, so the real dog leader will always be No. 1.
Nevertheless, I think we still have a cozy time us between with the alternative activities.  

Brande, June 9.  2009

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Relationship
across barriers
a tug in my right arm

A sequel to this poem from Kouji

which again is brewed on this poem from Andrew

Background for my little contribution is the story of my dog Cassie and the neighbour’s dog.

First time they meet, the next door’s dog went mad barking at my dog. [...]]]> Next door’s dog
barking no more
Heaven sent

A sequel to this poem from Kouji

which again is brewed on this poem from Andrew

Background for my little contribution is the story of my dog Cassie
and the neighbour’s dog.

First time they meet, the next door’s dog went mad barking at my dog.
She took it very calmly, like, that she didn’t understand the fuss.
The second time though the neighbour dog started again barking, and Cassie
didn’t take it lightly this time, thought it had to make a statement, and  started too.

Ever since the two of them went crazy, when ever they saw each other.
The next door’s dog was an old dog, and it recently got some illness, which required
some medicine, but soon the troubled was with the heart and other things too.
So the owner decided to let the dog have its  finally rest.

Cassie do not know this and it will take a very long time before she stops looking for her enemy.