Friday, July 4, 2014

Like a Ninja

Oh the horror of it all.

Minding my own beeswax not bothering any soul I see her from the corner of my eye.

It's like I hear that movie Jaws theme in my brain.But this time the shark I mean the little old gray wisp of a woman is cruising fast towards me.My mind is racing what is she up to.

Like a Ninja or a Mafia hired hit women she grabs my ice water off the table and with such uncaring callous emotion and the most hateful look on her face she splatters me with that cold water.

Not a word was spoken between us as she swiftly fled the scene in her wheelchair.

Yes people the old folks home is full of these Mafia Ninja type little old ladies.

Lord help us all!

Tree in Alabama

There grows a tree in Alabama
Tall shady peaceful on a hill
In a past life I was buried under that tree
Visions of that tree are so real

I hear the wind blow
Rustling of the leaves in summer
The tree is talking to me
While I'm deep in slumber

The year was 1864
War through out the land
I was just a boy
When the Lord took my hand