1. Nature.
2. Rainbows.
3. Easter eggs.
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True and tried-
Lovingly dyed.
Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose – MEinRhyme-And Everything Else I've Written In Given Time
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in Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", All over, Easter eggs, Everywhere, Find, Funny Smell, Look, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, MEinRhyme, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, Poetry, Reading, Rhyme, Rotten, Search, Three, Whatever, Writing
There was a funny smell-
And all was not going well.
.
It was in the house, and couldn’t be found-
As we searched everywhere and all around.
.
We looked inside and under the couch-
We looked in the dirty clothes laundry pouch.
.
We looked in the bedroom closet-
And no further, in finding the smell, did we get.
.
We searched in the food pantry-
Only good stuff, to eat, is what we could see.
.
We even looked out in the backyard-
Only to find Rover, who was always on guard.
.
We looked over the fence-
Which really made no sense.
.
So back into the house is where we went-
With much more hunting time spent.
.
And alas, we finally found that awful smell-
In a dark corner, an “OLD” Easter egg,
as far as we could tell.
.
It had rained, and we had held the hunt
inside-
Next time we’ll count them, to avoid a
smelly experience, true and tried.
.
There was a funny smell-
And all was not going well.
-2016-
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in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2016 Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Andertoons, Color, Decor, Drawings, Dye, Easter eggs, Hunt, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, MEinRhyme, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, Poetry, Reading, Rhyme, Stickers, Three, Video game, Whatever, Writing
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in The New That Happened To Unfold-From The Old Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Easter eggs, Empty field, Hundreds, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, MEinRhyme, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, Poetry, Reading, Rhyme, Scoop, The New That Happened To Unfold-From The Old, Whatever, Writing
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in Clear-That Fear Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Anxiety, Clear-That Fear, Drop, Easter eggs, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, MEinRhyme, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, Panic, Poetry, Reading, Rhyme, Whatever, Writing
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in Gonna Try It-Not On A Diet Tags: Easter eggs, Egg salad, Gonna Try It-Not On A Diet, Hunt, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, Poetry, Rhyme, Three
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in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times (2014) Tags: Basket, Childhood, Color, Colors, Easter eggs, History, MEinRhyme, News, Paper, Poetry, Rhyme, Room
1. A room.
2. A paper.
3. Easter eggs.
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All set-
Pink, yellow, green, purple, and blue, for the basket.
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in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times (2014) Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Childhood, Colorful, Easter eggs, Gardens, Hard boil, History, Labor, MEinRhyme, Paintings, Poetry, Rhyme, toil
1. Paintings.
2. Gardens.
3. Easter eggs.
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Creative labor and toil-
To follow a hard boil.
25 Mar 2022 Leave a comment
in Wednesday Yarn Tags: Chickens, Easter eggs, Eggs, Farms, Wednesday Yarn
I like eggs. There are so many ways to fix the things.
To scramble, boil, add to other foods, and to fry, just
for a small list.
My grandmother had quite a few chickens on the farm
in which she grew up, and when she got older, that was
the one thing that she yearned for was to have a small
stock of chickens out in the yard. Unfortunately, where
she lived it was not permitted, but she still dreamed
about the thought anyway.
It could have been that she really loved the chickens, and
or that it reminded her of an earlier time. We all like to
go back and think of those special moments in our
childhood.
There are all kinds of eggs, but the ones we generally think
about are the ones in the hen house. The ones that we buy
at the grocery store. The ones that come in all sizes. The ones
with the yellow yolks.
This is the time of the year when a different type of egg is
both bought and brought. The kind that is made and filled
with chocolate. To take it even a step further we are inclined to
go for the chocolate ones with the other types of filling inside.
I can vision my grandmother as a child heading out to the hen
house, to gather some eggs for breakfast. More than likely
there would be times when she might drop and break one. To
be more careful next time is what she learned.
We’re getting closer each day to the Sunday that the eggs will
change colors, as they would be dyed the night before. To hunt
in the grass, where the special one left them. To crack one open
and eat it, with a piece of candy too. Oh, for the good old days.
“Eggs cooked well-
Cracked open or still in the shell.”