Pandemic Thoughts

While I realize that the Covid-19 Virus is a real threat that is disrupting lives and putting people at risk, I can’t help but daydream of a new business. Looking out my window, I can see six unused outbuildings on my property. It occurs to me I might be missing an opportunity to turn these rundown, ramshackle, mice-infested sheds into an income source.

Therefore, announcing my new business venture—

Rustic Acres

Shack

Available For Quick Occupancy

Have you been worried about the Corona Virus?
Do neighbors seem to be coughing more often?
Are you tired of long lines at grocery stores?
Have you been thinking about the possibility of an Armageddon?
Have you considered that you might not make the cut during the Rapture?
Do you like the idea of sharing your food with small animals?
Or maybe you’re just looking for a good place to self-isolate at a bargain price?

If so–

Come see our choice selection of shacks located in Southwestern Minnesota. Whether you looking for a weekend hide y-hole or a long-term hideaway, we have abandoned buildings and out of the way structures that may be perfect for you.

We have the best selection of small grain bins (with or without floors), chicken coops, hog sheds, and rustic pole barns. We guarantee no worries about telemarketers, wayward spirits, or neighborhood door-to-door salesmen, as these buildings have limited access to roads, bothersome power-poles, waterlines, or sewers.

Whether it’s short term, long term, or an eternity, we have leases options that could be perfect for you*.

Call CJ at FIL-THY-SHED for more information.

Remember-
If you’re looking for a roof and not much more…
These sheds are out standing!

Disclaimer – This offer has no reality associated with it whatsoever!

*For a limited time, each rental includes a bushel of seedless corn cobs

Def Haiku – Haiku/Senryu Challenge (3/9/20)

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 296 Ape / Hip (Monkey & Funky)

Silver ape speaks proud
hip hop and day long bing bong
-truer thoughts not heard

Why do we fret and say views
when all we do is make words

                                                -CJ Holm

 

Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge (3/9/20)

ronovan

https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/03/09/haiku-poetry-prompt-ape-hip/

“No, I don’t do rap music!”
                  ― Dolly Parton

Minnesota Tall Tale

Oles’ White Lutefisk
And The Legend of the Singing Coyotes

A long, long time ago, before the Hudson Bay trappers explored Minnesota’s vast prairie and timber, before all the beaver were driven from the cool valley streams, Minnesota was inhabited by the Dakota Sioux, the Ojibwa, and the Winnebago. For as far as the eagle can see, the grasslands and forest spread across the prairie, providing sustenance for all manner of living creatures. The drums, flutes and rhythmic songs of the ancient tribes echoed in the evening skies, comforting all that wandered through the land, eating and drinking only what was needed from the land of their fathers and their father’s fathers.

On this day walked Ole with his cow and wooden cart, squeaking and squawking, wandering about. Past deer trails and river beds, he sang as he strolled, of his memories, his daydreams, his life on this road.

Ya sure, you betcha
I’ve come a long, long way
Cross the sea I sailed…
Uff-da Norway’s so far, far away!
Sweet land of brown bread
Where lutefisk’s served
A gift for the senses
Homes’ aroma preserved
Here the rivers are deep
The valley’s so wide
Don’tcha know day after day
My song is my guide
Ya sure, you betcha
I’ve come a long, long way
Cross the sea I sailed…
Uff-da Norway’s so far, far away!

To be continued…

©2020 cj holm

The Drum

parade

Image courtesy of LNYDP (London New Year’s Day Parade).

Beat the drum proudly,
Invite the crowd to join the march.
Spread the call to anxious folks,
Soon they will be responding.

Sing old hymns of yesteryear,
That recall historic glories.
Focus thoughts on things they fear,
And play to the mobs’ behaviors’.

Cheer the call of men to war
Praise them for their courage.
March them to their destiny,
On foreign lands, to fame, and glory.

Remember the soft bugle call,
That echoes off cold tombstones.
Grieve for those who fall at war,
They are our wasted souls of anger.

                                            cj holm