Painted Splendor

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 210

morning glory

morning glories woke
with rainbow painted splendor
greeting each sun up

                                    -cj holm
(revised without prompt words)

Morning glories wake
with rainbow painted splendor
-captured early light

-cj holm

 

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 210 Woke / Up

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/07/16/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-210-wokeup/

Summer Place

When I was young my brothers and I would be given the job of herding cows from one pasture to another and then wait to drive them home at night. On those long summer afternoons, while tending the cows, we would take advantage of the shade of those big cottonwood trees and dream the day away.

 

cottonwood bw

Old cottonwood trees
float like clouds on the prairie –
shade hot summer days

                                                   -cj holm
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 209 Old / Days
Prompt words: Old & Days
Haiku in 5-7-5

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/07/09/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-209-olddays/

Garden Gone

After four inches of rain last night (and more coming today) this years garden is done! The corn was about a foot and a half tall and is now underwater. After a late start from it being too wet to plant, farms in this area, have taken another beating. Many of them will not have a crop this year. With falling crop prices due to the trade war, even crops in the bins are not worth selling! So much “winning”!

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Roots

I just received my results from Ancestry DNA. The results confirmed the research I’ve completed over the last 20 years that I am officially a displaced European “Mutt”!

Clarence DNA

For nearly two centuries, my genes were created by a indiscriminate breeding of the cast-off population of Scandinavia and Germany.  That my ancestors ended up in the Midwest portion of America by choice or a lack of direction is still under review. What is known is that all arrived seeking a better life for themselves or their family, not unlike the current crop of immigrant settling around us now.

My family history includes stories of young men and woman escaping war and famine. Some came for opportunities not available in their crowded homeland. Some were following their dreams, while others arrived because they drew the short straw! Whatever happened that made them take to the sea in the mid-eighteen hundreds, they all ended up as farmers and shopkeepers on the dusty plains of Dakota.

Together they survived because of a rugged independence imbued on them by the conditions they chose to settle in. They were a stubborn, some would say obstinate, people who made the best of their situation. (Who else would think that rotted cabbage and dried up whitefish (Sauerkraut and Lutefisk) could be cherished as the makings of a holiday treat?)

The fact that I still live happily in the rural midwest could be considered a testiment or a curse of the genes that shaped my being.

-CJ Holm

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 195

Beggar
Street beggar taken in Jaipur Photo credit – https://www.dphotographer.co.uk/image/236550/life

regal in a way
silent but hopeful each day
-blessings are his pay

             -cj holm

 

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 195 Regal / Hopeful

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/04/02/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-195-regalhopeful/