Wind and Rocks

I have always loved autumn better than summer.  If I put together a “hate” list, summer would probably be at the top.  Winter is my favorite.  But, autumn is usually very nice.  We get the color.  We get cooler weather.  And, sometimes, it even snows.  Make no mistake; Autumn is on its way.

I can remember a few heavy snows close to Labor Day.  “Tree trimmers,” they were.  The autumn change hadn’t had time to do its work.  Leaves were still gracing the trees.  Some late summer flowers were still blooming.  So, the natural thing to happen when an early snow comes is that trees get trimmer and flowers die.  This week, I’m giving you a poem written some time ago.  And, not only does it encourage the autumn, it also talks about one of my favorite collections.

 Rocks.  I’ve loved rocks since I was a kid.  My house is filled with rocks – well, not as many as there used to be – I’ve given some away.  And, some (like the huge piece of amazonite that I had) have simply disappeared.  It seems to have gone into Never-Never-Land.

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 Autumn Color

 They come on quietly.
The colors.
Sometimes, the snow
brings them.  Red. Yellow.
Orange. Purple.
Where green held
Forth in the summer.

Rock collectors don’t
Need to wait for fall
To see the many colors
Of Autumn.  They can
Just take a look at their
Collections.

 Amethyst
  Fluorite
    Rhodochrosite
      Gold
        Barite

 Topaz
  Wulfenite
    Elbaite
      Beryl
        Copper

Dark, dark
Smoky quartz.
Green.  Yellow.
Red. Orange.

Pick a color.
Any fall color.
It’s probably right
There in your
Collection.

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 A very good friend has just had very serious surgery.  She lives in Nebraska.  And, the wind blows and blows in Nebraska.  When she decided to leave her position at Ghost Ranch in New Mexico, Larry was kind enough to help me move some of her possessions to our storage unit.  Later, I was able to take them to Nebraska when she settled into her new home in Nebraska. 

Ogallala, Nebraska, is home to a most enjoyable “rock” museum.  The Petrified Wood and Art Gallery houses a terrific collection of petrified wood, as well as works of art.

The wind blows in Nebraska.  It blows and blows and blows.  Here is one of my older poems about wind and my love of rocks.

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 Wind and Rocks

 Does the wind always
Blow in Nebraska?
Thursday – the wind blew.
Friday – the wind blew.
Saturday – the wind
  Almost blew me
    Off of the road!

 Colorado’s Sand Dunes
Are sculpted by the wind
Against the mountains.
Nothing can stop the wind.
No mountains to slow it down.
No tall buildings
  To change its direction.
No such obstacle
In Nebraska.
The wind just keeps
Blowing sand across
The prairie floor.

Blue agate
Nebraska’s State mineral
Can be found in Northwest
Nebraska.
But, not along
The Platte River.
The Platte
At Ogallala
Gives up
  Petrified wood.
Did it wash down
From Colorado?

Twin brothers
The Kenfields
Donated their year’s old
Collection of petrified wood
To the town
“It must stay in Ogallala,”
they said.
Friends of the collection
Found a building
To keep the collection safe.
    Petrified Wood & Art Gallery
Inside, not just cross sections
Of petrified tree trunks
In the collection;
Or chunks of petrified woods,

But 3-D structures.
  Houses
    Churches
      Windmills
        Wagons
All made from
Slender slabs of
Petrified woods.
Cut with their diamond saw
And fashioned piece by piece
Into the buildings and wagons.

I fell in love
With this tiny collection.
If I lived in Ogallala,
I’d become a docent
For the collection.
But, I can’t live in Ogallala.
The wind blows in Ogallala.
I don’t like wind!

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Be Safe and Be Well
The Cranky Crone
Thoughtful comments are appreciated.
**Anyone interested in visiting the exceptionally wonderful museum in Ogallala, Nebraska, can see it there.  It’s worth going.