Daily Chronicle Headlines Through the Week in Ruraltown, USA

Monday: Local Farmer Names Cows After Stars of Hollywood's Golden Age

Tuesday: Local Cows Bette and Joan Fight Over "Queen of the Pasture " Spot

Wednesday: Elizabeth and Ingrid Become Moo-mas

Thursday: New Calf Humphrey and Harlequin Hetty Become Hayfield Homies

Friday: Local Farmer's Cow Enclosure Upgraded to Cow Castle

Saturday: Clever Cows to Clomp in Local Parade

Sunday: Choreographed Cow Chorus Featured in Farm Festival

Joy

To rejoice, to exude joyous praise--
In all minutes,  all hours, and all days--
Is the spiritual goal of my heart,
Especially when troubles start. 
May I, most assuredly,  hold
The grace to be joyfully bold--
To cause other folks to look toward
My awesome,  incredible Lord;
That He be all the more lifted high 
In my life, as dear moments pass by.
May I be a testament  true
Of the blessing it is to know You.
Each day, Father, hasten my cheer
As I feel your arms ever so near.
God, reside in the front of my mind;
Let your joy remain easy to find.

© 2024 Teresa Miles Kephart 

Tiny Life

Mrs. Pepperpot;
The Borrowers and Tom Thumb;
The Lilliputians

The Indian in
The Cupboard, Thumbelina,
And all the Littles

© 2024 Teresa Miles Kephart 

Pink

Panther, flamingo, tutu,
Lipstick, cotton candy,
Barbie,  naked mole rats,
Cherry blossoms , pigs,

Bubblegum, baby girl onesie,
Breast cancer awareness hats

© 2024 Teresa Miles Kephart 

175

It's a combination lock
It's an interstate
In centimeters, five foot nine
It's an English short
Interagency review
And a Cessna engine line

© 2024 Teresa Miles Kephart 

Piccadilly Circus

 

Regent Street, 1819
Neon lights, video scene
London's mimic of Times Square
Bright, bold billboards dazzle there
Archer on a fountain's top
Place to go out on the hop
Heart of London, leisure silly
Restaurants, theatre, Piccadilly

Haikus on Adventure

 

I am going on
An adventure all my own
But you can come too

I love the chance to
Experience something new
On the regular

Why settle for the
Ordinary when you can
Have an adventure?

Home & Garden

Boho, vintage, shabby chic
Window treatment style on sleek
Wingback, armchair, cushioned stool

Outdoor upgrades to your pool
Lovely linens, rustic rugs

Bespoke rack to hang your mugs
Shiplap, beveled, headboard, beams
Rooms to satisfy your dreams
Flora, arches, tiles, and wood
Home and Garden does you good 

Quirky

 

Why does the beholder
Perceive with just his eye?
Does the male praying mantis
Know that he's going to die?
Why compare to a fish out of water
When the fish always ends up dead?
And how much bread does constitute
An allotment of daily bread?
Is surviving much better than viving--
Is to say "I survived" a high goal?
Was there a sniper who fired
From that infamous Grassy Knoll?
Does a "bucket list" need a mop
When plans get all messed up?
Why do drive-thru cups size up in ounces,
Yet breast size is measured in "cups"?
Could a meanie be full of great "meaning"
Or "pursed lips" mean expensive,  enhanced?
Is a snail that is slower delayed
And one that is faster advanced?
If you ask a mime where he's from,
Does he act out elaborate charades?
When sunglasses became the norm,
Who decided to call them "shades"?
In life there are many wonderings
And innovative thoughts,
A plethora of pondering,
And countless why's and why not's.
And if the mind is willing
To spark imagination,
The world is more wonderfully quirky--
That's my determination.

© 2024 Teresa Miles Kephart

Mary Jane

 

Mary Jane was a first-class pain
And a boaster, to her peers' disdain
At any challenge, any test--

Mary Jane claimed to be the best
And just before the school bell's chime
Each day, to signal learning time,
At her classmates' attire she'd look and say,
"I see you were stylishly challenged today."
At lunch, she'd eat her fancy cakes
And in math roll her eyes at others' mistakes
In English, she knew all the rules
And considered those who struggled "fools"
But one day it all became enough
For Mary Jane's teacher, Mrs. Pluff
She required Mary Jane to stay after school
And taught her about the Golden Rule
And then she told Mary, as blunt as could be,
"Mean people don't have friends, you see."
Then Mary Jane burst into tears
She hadn't had a friend in years
It wasn't fun, she had to admit
And vowed, from that day on, to quit
The next day she gave no one grief
They looked at her in disbelief
But after awhile they began to feel
The change in Mary Jane was real
Behaving in a kinder way,
She found more kindness came her way
Her classmates forgot she'd once been a pain
For they now had a friend named Mary Jane 

© 2024 Teresa Miles Kephart