Limericks by Lettice Randall

I once knew a guy named Thor

Who found the church service a bore.

But it wasn’t all bad

So don’t feel too sad

For the rest were awoke by his snore.

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Greenfield Senior Center Writers by Janet Keyes

The writing group at the Greenfield Senior Center has had an exciting year. While setting up this website, Lori Thatcher asked us to come up with a name for the group. We deliberated and agreed upon Well Done Writers, a play on words indicating both our location, the Weldon House, and our senior status. The Well Done Writers’ website features memoir, poetry, personal essay and fiction written by our members.
In the Senior News Calendar, we will still be called the “Writing Group” to make it easy for new people to find us in the computer at the senior center. We definitely welcome newcomers at any time, for one session or for a whole season. If you have never written before or if you have always recorded your memories or thoughts, now is the time to dive right in.
Our newest project will be geared towards “days” –ordinary days, early days, working days, etc. Publication date to be announced.
We appreciate all the help and encouragement the Council on Aging has provided.

Stormy by Lori Thatcher

Stormy and NicciI wasn’t there when Stormy died.  A friend stood in my place as a veterinarian ended the misery the little horse’s reoccurring laminitis had inflicted upon him.

They had tried hard to save him, yet again, but this time the awful inflammation of blood-vessels between the hoof wall and coffin bone progressed too rapidly to be forestalled by anti-inflammatory meds and days-long ice-water foot baths.

He went to his end calmly but with his ever-present mischief: grabbing a big bite of the green grass that he had been restricted from for so long. Chant, his buddy of many years, and three times his size, waited quietly and looked back only once as he was led alone back to the pasture Continue reading

Small Town Newspaper – Reflections by Janet Keyes

Sense and nonsense,

inverse satire, and converse.

An old man walks his chosen beat

picking up trash left by littering punks

perhaps too busy planning a heist

at the tiny store run by Pakistanis

who can’t afford security cameras-

punks too busy to use the trash cans

two feet away.

Or too lazy.

Hit ’n run driver ID’d by cops

who find his dropped cell phone

with contact numbers for “Mom” and “Dad.”

Saudi women will get vote in four years,

and may get to drive cars someday.

Which century is this?

Man survives broken leg in Utah desert

where he hiked, inspired by movie “127 Hours.”

At least he didn’t have to gnaw it off….

California patient died during nurse labor dispute.

Strange, no patients seem to die when nurses aren’t on strike.

Eleven-year-old wins Apple Bake-Off at Farmers’ Market.

Probably she wasn’t the mini-mart heist perp.

Town “poor farm” to be re-activated to sell produce,

offer workshops, run summer camps, educate kids.

No poor folks, just yuppies and earthy-crunchies.

Gas prices falling, but don’t hold your breath.

Here, Polly, let’s reline your cage….