Catch It #devotion #football #poetry


Toss determines the start

a mere flip a coin falls

snap into another’s hands

numbers roll with the ball

so much rests on a moment

but you will never see the heart

as man looks at appearance

God sees past the start

all the money in your grasp

can’t be measured against the stars

“what are they playing for?” a child asks


“The LORD does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.”

1 Samuel 16:7


Luke 16:15
He said to them, “You are the ones who justify yourselves in the eyes of others, but God knows your hearts. What people value highly is detestable in God’s sight.

John 8:15
You judge by human standards; I pass judgment on no one.


I love watching football but over the years the love for the game, the athleticism, the challenge has been tainted by the money for the players and for the sponsors. Saying that, I hope your heart is touched by this lost puppy Budweiser ad.

Everything has a Price #water #ag #california #poetry

Comrades come and gather round

we have found water

in your thirsty ground

precious as it is to you

we will sell it back

it’s true

grow your crops

or let them die

what is it to us

if hungry children cry


Pictures speak 1000 words. These pictures are within miles of each other in California’s Central Valley.

You guessed it the beautiful water filled canal supplies water to the corporate farm.

The independent farms (family owned ) are left to go back to scrub brush.

Fracking is not helping the problem!

Follow the Leader #pipeline #Ukraine #poetry



if you may

the value of children

who are out to play

call them back before it’s too late

life is cheap

at the pipeline grate


Ukraine it seems

is in a vise again

always in the middle

of stronger men

goose step then

tank track now

raise your arm

don’t take a vow


protect the children

of the world

solemn salute

the flag unfurled

we’ve lost the vision

the value of life

we love our money

“all hail the pipe”


Have you ever played “Follow the Leader”?

It is a game that I played often with the children I taught in Crimea.

Funny thing they like to play the same games as children all over our world.

Yet, they don’t seem to have the same right to enjoy the freedom to romp as Ukrainians.

The world’s politico is too busy playing their own form of “Follow the Leader” to care.

The Inheritance #microfiction

She’d known it the moment he walked in the door from work. It was the stain of pink lipstick that she always laundered or the scent of Beautiful captive on his wrinkled tailored shirt. It was different. Today his eyes said something they had never said in the brief months they had been married. They spoke of desire and excitement and …

“Why did he marry me? Obviously not for  my loving dedication.” she wanted to pound in frustration on his chest but she dutifully told him “dinner will be ready in half an hour dear!”
She tried to keep up the small talk during dinner.
She moved the food around her plate. As she was putting a slice of homemade apple pie in front of him she asked “So was it good?”

“What the meal? Sure it was fine.”
” No – the sex, her…”
“What” he looked at her with a look of anger but he couldn’t mask the other. Admission…
“Caught ya (again) ” her look implied.
In that moment she knew something else it was her inheritance that he had married her for.
“What a fool” she thought.
Her friends several years ago had created a fable that she would inherit a great deal of money when her grandfather died.
It was true she would inherit a small house, but that was not worth a huge amount of money.
The fable had died when an old lover had admitted that he wanted her for her money.
The friends stopped the rumors – they knew all along this guy was no good. She always wondered if that was why they had created the tale.
“How had Jake gotten wind of this ridiculous tale?”
“Fool” she smirked again.
She decided to play a bit of cat and mouse
“I believe this length of time calls for an annulment.
The good news you won’t have to support me at all.
I will go to a lawyer tomorrow.”
“No wait why it was a mere flirtation she means nothing!”
“Neither do I – you probably spent more time undressing her than you do in our entire lovemaking.”
“But that is not why…”
“Go have your women you will be free to dally.”
“I don’t want free I want a family with you…”

“You can find some bimbo tomorrow who will have your brats.”

She called her best friend, packed her bags, and drove off in her old,rusty Chevy Malibu. That night she never looked back.

He kicked himself for being such a fool. He should have waited until they had a child or two.

He got the blond one pregnant. She was ok looking and her family had a little property.

Then he saw her his ex-wife. She was beautiful driving a red Jaguar XKE.

She looked happy.

He heard her grandfather had recently died and left her with the little house which happened to be sitting on top of oil.

She had millions and any man she wanted.

“What a fool I was” he shouted to no one at all.

Looking for Roots #homeless #jobless #poetry

you just hung up the phone
looking for a place to call home
using your thumb on the road
gets you to places untold
what do you search my friend
for adventure around the next bend?
do you seek a place to lay your head
the comfort of a real bed?
i know not what you have left
of money you are bereft
the roots that you seek
of which you are unable to speak
wishing you God Speed
that you will find that which you need

a job

a home

meaning for life

I work for a local non-profit that serves those in need who dont have the money to take care of basic needs. Today I spoke with a man from the southern part of our country. He is looking for work; he will go anywhere.He needed a bus ticket to get to “anywhere.” A tear came to my eyes when I knew I could not help; our organization doesn’t have money just an arsenal of volunteers to provide services.
There are so many folks wandering our country looking for something ~ A job, a place to live, a meaning to live…

Photograph courtesy of my dear friend Jannie Funster

What Home??? (#homeless #poetry)

I’m a tall brunette

what do I do?

I’m looking for work

in  worn leather shoes


Each day at nine

I come from my home

a neat cottage , not mine

I’m the one on the roam


I eat at friends shower some too

darkness draws  nigh

it’s me in the car

kitty clothes and I


you’d look down your nose

yes you would if you knew

I’m homeless I know

what’s it to you?


I have to breathe air

the way that I can

I don’t have money to pay

for  my meals of spam


I scrimp and I save

no there’s never too much

my cat, car and I

we live life and such

There is real irony in this picture. Why? The car I lived in as a homeless young woman was this exact model car. My car did have a window. People don’t always realize there are homeless who live off the system and there are those striving to live. I never held a sign saying “homeless”. I had a job. The money wasn’t enough to pay my college and car loans and pay rent; food was a luxury. People were kind to me – maybe because I wasn’t dirty or scraggly. I understand the plight of these sufferers. It is a painful, empty, looking in at the world  from the outside,  kind of existence. Then I am reminded, my Saviour understood a suffering far greater.

Don Hankins shot this car


Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)


Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.

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