Hard Times

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Times are so hard
I must plow my
Garden’s furrows
Using a spoon.
Scarabs roll away
The fertilizer
And doves peacefully
Eat all the seed.
I harvest from my
Rocking chair,
‘Cause nothing
Is there.
Sweeping’s a chore,
For I must use
My toothbrush,
Which leaves my
Teeth all snaggly,
And to trim the
Grass my scissors
Must do.
The walkway is
Deep gluey mud,
And the road bed?
It’s loose
Blowing sand.
My life is in files
All numbered thirteen.
But I am blessed,
Oh so blessed,
As long as chlorophyll
And my eyes
Are still green,
And tiny arms hug.
Oh the joy that
Children are both
Heard and seen.
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Bear … 06.07.2015
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GRANNY (me) with Photographer (Granddaughter) reflected twice in the sunglasses  ⓒBackSeatPhotography2014

GRANNY (me) with Photographer (Granddaughter) reflected twice in the sunglasses ⓒBackSeatPhotography2014

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Introducing BackSeatPhotography

Featured work of BackSeatPhotgraphy

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Feathers on rearview      ⓒBackSeatPhotography2014

Feathers on rearview ⓒBackSeatPhotography2014

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Oak Tree in Front Yard     ⓒBackSeatPhotography2014

Oak Tree in Front Yard ⓒBackSeatPhotography2014

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School Bus,   ⓒBackSeatPhotography2014

School Bus, ⓒBackSeatPhotography2014

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Sticky notes written and photographed by    ⓒBackSeatPhotography2014

Sticky notes written and photographed by ⓒBackSeatPhotography2014

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And Here She Is:  BackSeatPhotography, Herself  ⓒBearspawprint2014

And Here She Is: BackSeatPhotography, Herself ⓒBearspawprint2014