Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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A Dot on the Horizon
Do you see that Little Dot on the Horizon? It could be a box, or a bag or a bucket blown in the wind but no -That is Tima. Looking back to the house she is This far from home. Searching the fields for that one little forgotton kernel of corn. It took the dogs…
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while miss c slept
(photograph courtesy of Hugo Photographic Productions – he said I looked like a beautiful baby) The turkeys and the cats and the dogs. Waited. It rained all day. I did not mean to go to sleep. It just happened. The fire was burning, everyone was safe and fed but not necessarily dry and no turkeys…
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To begin
For the first hour and a bit of my journey to Chicago I drive up to a station called University Park. There I leave the car. The second half of my journey to Chicago is on the Metra. The Metra. A train designed to move as many people as possible from where they were to where…
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Gone off
Boo is handling security. Jake is handling lunch. Ton will watch the cows. Sheila is head pig. And Geraldine promises to keep the turkeys off the porch. Love c
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Autumn Rains
And rains and rains and winds and winds. Though today is just wind. Cold wind. Yesterday evening, in my clown suit and jacket, I opened the gates for the cows to come up and shelter by the barn for the night and they GALLOPED through the fields to get to the trees. Clods of soil flying…
The Kitchen's Garden 