The Old Buzzard Roost

The old buzzards no longer circle.
Why bother their monotonous swirl?
They're just hanging out in that old tree.
They neither toil or worry.
They're laughing at my wrinkled old carcus.
Why should they fly, why make a fuss?

You can't munch just yet on my innards
You old fat, ugly buzzards!
I'm still a kickin'
And I'm not just yet ripe for yer pickin'!
So just sit there in your deadly roost
'Cause I just ain't ready yet to let this life a-loost!

by Donna Louise Ham
(Just a funny old buzzard, herself)


Vic, Hunter & I happened upon this Buzzard Roost recently at Lake Keystone. There were buzzards everywhere. They had taken up occupancy in five trees and there was not a thing left living on any of these trees. It was very eerie in the late afternoon on an overcast day. I'm not a big fan of Halloween, but this just seemed fitting for this strangest of holidays. I don't know about you, but I'm steering clear of Cowskin Bay and the nasty buzzard roost! I hear that buzzards throw up on you if you get too close to their nest. Now, why would anyone want to get close to a buzzard or their nest? EWWWWWW!
Praying Girl

Sun Shine and Sun Dipped Lace

Hunter, my eight-year old grandson, and I sat under the tree in the front yard. He started saying rhymes and we were having fun just making up silly rhymes. The sun was streaming through the tree into my eyes, and the following poem came to me. I dedicated this poem to my precious little guy, which totally delighted him and brought a smile to my face.

Ode to Hunter

When the sun shines

upon my face,

It makes the shadows

appear as lace.

Sitting here looking

into your beautiful eyes,

I realize that you

are my wonderful surprise.

I thank the Lord

for giving you to me.

Who would have thought

that this could really be.

Fun and energy,

Play and free.

Love divine

How wonderful that you are mine.

When the sun shines

upon my face,

I delight that you ARE the pattern

of the sun-dipped lace.

Copyright Donna Louise Ham

After church, after lunch

sitting in the front yard

on the bench, on the porch.

September 27, 2009

The Praying Girl