Welcome to my blog. Grams is the name my first grandson gave me and it's stuck. My great loves: My husband, our nine children, twenty five grandchildren, four great grandchildren, my Faith, writing- prose and poetry - and travelling , especially in our camper. My posts are eclectic and I appreciate getting comments. So, please feel free to comment or offer advice on what you would like to to see more of.
I love the spirit and rejuvenation this holds Marian aka Grams! A wonderful poem and I am delighted you joined us at the Muse this week. I apologize for taking so long to come by. I had a limb the size of a tree land on my home and it has been a wacky week. Have a good week and Happy New Year!
Oh my goodness, what a week for you. Hey, thanks for your encouraging comment. I might post next week on the Muse. Depends if I get any time. This weekend is very busy - got a grandson turning 18, so me and hubby and many family members are off to celebrate with him xxx
I really like the mystical feeling / message in your poem!! Wishing you a Happy 2022 from Bend Oregon.
ReplyDeleteThank you Helen. Happy 2022 to you too.
DeleteHe looks familiar. James Dean?
ReplyDeleteYes, James Dean.
DeleteI love the spirit and rejuvenation this holds Marian aka Grams! A wonderful poem and I am delighted you joined us at the Muse this week. I apologize for taking so long to come by. I had a limb the size of a tree land on my home and it has been a wacky week. Have a good week and Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, what a week for you. Hey, thanks for your encouraging comment. I might post next week on the Muse. Depends if I get any time. This weekend is very busy - got a grandson turning 18, so me and hubby and many family members are off to celebrate with him xxx
DeleteThe call of the distant is hard to resist.
ReplyDeleteIt sure is xxx
DeleteNice blog Cannaboom more grams
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Gram, drums do set the tone, don't they.
ReplyDeleteThey certainly do.
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