Monday, October 31, 2011

Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween

It is that day
That day when children play
Of ghosts and goblins
A maze of baled hay

It is that day
That day when children play
Of pirates and witches
A patch where pumpkins stay

It is that day
That day when children play
Of black cats and grave yards
When shadows in moonlight drown the day

It is that day
That day when children play
Of Frankenstein and Dracula
The Picture of Dorian Gray

It is that day
Happy Halloween

©10/31/11Terry Sutherland

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Antique Show

Dan McLean and I at our Little Bear Antique Show Booth

Some of the fun items we had for sale - breweriana -
this vintage Schlitz Beer serving tray

And this beautiful Montana Centennial 1889-1989 belt buckle,
#32 of 2500, with a genuine Montana Sapphire

The Antique show is a benefit show for the Little Bear School Museum

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Banquet Night, by Rudyard Kipling

 Banquet Night
"ONCE in so often," King Solomon said,
 Watching his quarrymen drill the stone,
"We will club our garlic and wine and bread
 And banquet together beneath my Throne,
And all the Brethren shall come to that mess
As Fellow-Craftsmen-no more and no less."

"Send a swift shallop to Hiram of Tyre,
 Felling and floating our beautiful trees,
Say that the Brethren and I desire
 Talk with our Brethren who use the seas.
And we shall be happy to meet them at mess
As Fellow-Craftsmen-no more and no less."

"Carry this message to Hiram Abif-
 Excellent master of forge and mine :-
I and the Brethren would like it if
 He and the Brethren will come to dine
(Garments from Bozrah or morning-dress)
As Fellow-Craftsmen-no more and no less."

"God gave the Hyssop and Cedar their place-
 Also the Bramble, the Fig and the Thorn-
But that is no reason to black a man's face
 Because he is not what he hasn't been born.
And, as touching the Temple, I hold and profess
We are Fellow-Craftsmen-no more and no less."

So it was ordered and so it was done,
 And the hewers of wood and the Masons of Mark,
With foc'sle hands of Sidon run
 And Navy Lords from the Royal Ark,
Came and sat down and were merry at mess
As Fellow-Craftsmen-no more and no less.

The Quarries are hotter than Hiram's forge,
 No one is safe from the dog-whip's reach.
It's mostly snowing up Lebanon gorge,
 And it's always blowing off Joppa beach;

But once in so often, the messenger brings
Solomon's mandate : "Forget these things!
Brother to Beggars and Fellow to Kings,
Companion of Princes-forget these things!
Fellow-Craftsmen, forget these things!" 
by Rudyard Kipling

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Tim and Jessica are Going to Have a Baby

Their first child - the seventh grandchild for Denise and I.

All Hallow's Eve

All Hallow’s Eve

The air is cold and paper thin
Each breath is deep and fast
A chill to the bone far within
Damp skin has a purple cast

A dark and stealthy shadow
Following so close behind
Seen in the eerie pumpkin glow
What does it have in mind?

It is all Hallow’s eve
Creatures wander the night
What evil webs they weave
On the foggy streets tonight

The air is cold and paper thin
Each breath is deep and fast
There is a silence in the Country Inn
An eerie glow the moon has cast


Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Autumn Moon

Luna’s soft beams pierce the night
Inviting shadows to dance and play
Dancing silent in the moon’s dim light
A final waltz before the break of day

The stars take their place in the abyss
Fixed still and dressed in silver lace
They decorate with glitter and mist
Forever in the dark; they take their place

Luna has collected the dim starlight
And saved it for an autumn moon
It gives a glow to the darkest night
But fades into azure sky by noon

Luna rests, exhausted by the autumn sun
She sleeps by day and glows by night
She reminds all when the day is done
She’ll return to make a dark night bright

©10/25/11Terry Sutherland

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Friday, October 21, 2011

A Blustery Fall Day

A Blustery Fall Day

On a blustery fall day
The east wind had its say
Scattering the leaves
Dropped by the trees
Blowing them every which way

But the children were smiles
As they raked them in piles
Stealing them from the wind
As they played

The east wind changed its course
Blowing from the west to the north
The children laughed with delight
To see such a sight
And the wind showed little remorse

When the ritual was done;
When evening had begun
The children were fed
And trundled off to bed
Dreaming of their wind scattered fun

©10/21/11Terry Sutherland

RECESSIONAL, by Rudyard Kipling


By Rudyard Kipling 1865–1936 Rudyard Kipling

God of our fathers, known of old,   
   Lord of our far-flung battle-line,   
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
   Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,   
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies;
   The Captains and the Kings depart:   
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
   An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,   
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

Far-called, our navies melt away;
   On dune and headland sinks the fire:   
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
   Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!   
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,   
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose   
   Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,   
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
   Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust   
   In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
   And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,   
For frantic boast and foolish word—
Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRAMMA DENISE, The Life and Times of Denise L. Sutherland

Happy Birthday Denise!

Voyage of the Gumdrop Galleon

Voyage of the Gumdrop Galleon

On a fine summer day
In a land far away
A gumdrop galleon
Set sail on a chocolate sea
Its rice paper sails
Caught nor’easter gales
And followed a course due east
It finally moored
In an icy fjord
Surrounded by frothy whipped cream
The ship’s captain was adorned
With a gingerbread horn
And white britches that were double seamed
He left his great ship
And took a short trip
To see his majesty the king
The king met captain and crew
Served them peppermint stew
And a desert of peppered ice cream
There visit was done
At a quarter past one
Just in time for crumpets and tea
Then with the setting sun
Their next trip was begun
To the land of the lemon drop tree
©3/12/08Terry Sutherland

Monday, October 17, 2011

Brave Scots

Brave Scots

When “Flower of Scotland” played
The tears welled in our eyes
Pipes and drums in parade
Marched under the bluest skies

No prouder soldier ever marched
Than those of Foot and Highland
Across the vast desert parched
And with the Bruce on Rathin Island

From Balaclava with Royal Scots Greys
With the 92nd at Quatre Bras and Waterloo
The Royal Scots Navy rode mighty waves
The Kaffrarian Rifles and the Highlanders Pictou

Scottish warriors sent Edward home
And fought the brave battle of New Orleans
The bravest soldiers that fought for the throne
And crossed the expanse of majestic seas

©12/14/07Terry Sutherland

Saturday, October 15, 2011

The Clan

The Clan at Gramma Denise's birthday bash.

Halloween Again

Halloween Again

A sinister fog came rolling in
Consuming all in its wake
Jack O Lanterns ghoulish din
Sounded of mourners at a wake

Halloween is upon us
When spirits roam the streets
When ghosts rise from the dust
And little ones demand their treats

Witches and goblins and warlocks
Dracula and Werewolves and Frankenstein
Monster from the lagoon climbing on the dock
Stories of monsters and Frankenstein’s bride

Orange and black are the colors
Of Halloween and this time of fall
Costumes portraying all horrors
Worn at the Halloween Ball

Friday, October 14, 2011

Thursday, October 13, 2011

A Lesson

A Lesson

I sat one day in a gilded chair
And watched a poor man’s game
I learned that only the players care
That in modesty there is no shame

I learned too it’s what you do
Not the riches you do it with
Money only buys time for you
And hides the real human gift

©10/13/11Terry Sutherland

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Autumn Returns

Autumn Returns

It’s time again for the sun to hide
And the night to take on a chill
The moon has taken an autumn bride
With long October nights to fill

The night has left a morning fog
That blankets the autumn floor
Heavy dew on the cottonwood log
Early frost on the old oak door

The sun rises from its eastern bed
And struggles to chase the morning fog
It hides behind a cloud instead
And watches the mist rise from the bog

©10/12/11Terry Sutherland

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Fruitcake Season

Fruitcake Season

As we enter fall and enjoy the bounty in harvest from summer fruits and labors; we should not forget that just around the corner is the season of the Fruitcake.  The fruitcake, that insidious blight on mankind.  It quietly but boastfully makes its virulent way into homes and businesses under the guise of gifts and banquet.  It makes its way into banquets and pot luck dinners and small gatherings waiting to snare the unsuspecting.  Remember, though, the Fruitcake as other matter cannot be created nor destroyed; it is here as it was in the beginning.  Fruitcakes are seldom eaten they are just put on display and put away after the season and given as gifts.  The fruitcake you see at the table is inedible and ageless.  Yes, you and Aunt Edna have exchanged the same fruitcake for years.  I was once, for a short time, in possession of a fruitcake  I’m sure was recovered from Tut’s tomb – I think the secret of mummification lies in the ingredients of fruitcakes.  Beware the season is nearly here.

©Terry Sutherland

Monday, October 10, 2011



On a cold moonlit October night
In the shimmering shadows stands
A figure obscured, half hidden from sight
Cloaked in black; a rusted scythe in his hands

His face is hidden and never seen
He travels swiftly through the dark
Like a specter in an evil dream
He moves quietly to his mark

A haunted house boarded up tight
A jack-o-lantern flickers an evil smile
Inviting those creatures of the night
To stop and linger for awhile

On this night the goblins roam
Wandering the dark and empty streets
Uttering words in a painful groan
“Candy please, trick or treat”

©10/29/09Terry Sutherland

Sunday, October 9, 2011


Stay tuned for Denise's Birthday Post scheduled for October 18, 2011.

Flower Child

 Flower Child

Children of the days of love
Sixty’s girls and turtle doves
Flowers in long straight hair
Flower crowns everywhere

Peace was the battle sound
Brothers and sisters forever bound
No guns or knives anywhere
Just dancing and music in the air

Who will make the bread they eat?
Who will cover their tender feet?
No one knows and no one cares
Everyone brings and everyone shares

On the other side of the pond
Real guns and soldiers bond
No flowers in their hair
Only blood and war’s despair

Most stayed for one long year
Wearing green and battle gear
Waiting for the chance to be
On a plane and cross the sea

Wearing flowers in their hair
Living free without a care
Knowing the secret that they hide
They can never in a friend confide

Now the flower child has found
To the brothers of war they are bound
Only the innocent can wear the flower
Youth and innocence war has devoured

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Brown Bess, by Rudyard Kipling

The Brown Bess .75 cal. musket.


Brown Bess

The Army Musket--1700-1815

In the days of lace-ruffles, perukes and brocade
  Brown Bess was a partner whom none could despise--
An out-spoken, flinty-lipped, brazen-faced jade,
  With a habit of looking men straight in the eyes-- 
At Blenheim and Ramillies fops would confess
They were pierced to the heart by the charms of Brown Bess.

Though her sight was not long and her weight was not small,
  Yet her actions were winning, her language was clear; 
And everyone bowed as she opened the ball
  On the arm of some high-gaitered, grim grenadier.
Half Europe admitted the striking success
Of the dances and routs that were given by Brown Bess.

When ruffles were turned into stiff leather stocks,
   And people wore pigtails instead of perukes,
Brown Bess never altered her iron-grey locks.
  She knew she was valued for more than her looks.
"Oh, powder and patches was always my dress,
And I think am killing enough," said Brown Bess.

So she followed her red-coats, whatever they did,
  From the heights of Quebec to the plains of Assaye,
From Gibraltar to Acre, Cape Town and Madrid, 
  And nothing about her was changed on the way;
(But most of the Empire which now we possess 
Was won through those years by old-fashioned Brown Bess.)

In stubborn retreat or in stately advance,
  From the Portugal coast to the cork-woods of Spain,
She had puzzled some excellent Marshals of France
  Till none of them wanted to meet her again:
But later, near Brussels, Napoleon--no less--
 Arranged for a Waterloo ball with Brown Bess.

She had danced till the dawn of that terrible day--
   She danced till the dusk of more terrible night,
And before her linked squares his battalions gave way,
   And her long fierce quadrilles put his lancers to flight:
And when his gilt carriage drove off in the press,   
 "I have danced my last dance for the world!" said Brown Bess.

If you go to Museums--there's one in Whitehall--
  Where old weapons are shown with their names writ beneath,
You will find her, upstanding, her back to the wall,
  As stiff as a ramrod, the flint in her teeth.
And if ever we English had reason to bless
Any arm save our mothers', that arm is Brown Bess!
by Rudyard Kipling

Friday, October 7, 2011



Widdershins the running track
Widdershins the road
Widdershins when coming back
The opposite way you goed

Widdershins the sailing ship
Widdershins the wind
Widdershins the ocean trip
Ending where you begin

©10/7/11Terry Sutherland

Thursday, October 6, 2011

TOMMY, by Rudyard Kipling

I have always been a Kipling fan.


  I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o'beer,
  The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
  The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
  I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
But it's ``Thank you, Mister Atkins,'' when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it's ``Thank you, Mr. Atkins,'' when the band begins to play.
  I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
  They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
  They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,
  But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait outside";
But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide,
The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,
O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide.
  Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
  Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
  An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
  Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy how's yer soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.
  We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
  But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
  An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints:
  Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind,"
But it's "Please to walk in front, sir," when there's trouble in the wind,
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
O it's "Please to walk in front, sir," when there's trouble in the wind.
  You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires an' all:
  We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
  Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
  The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country," when the guns begin to shoot;
An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
But Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool - you bet that Tommy sees!
by Rudyard Kipling

Wednesday, October 5, 2011



When pieces of our mind
Are scattered everywhere
There is piece we should find
Knowing sorrow others bear

Sorrow is never just our own
It belongs to all mankind
From babes to when we’re grown
It touches all sometimes

Sometimes we think it belongs to us
When, we, in ourselves entwine
Later we wonder at the fuss
When it’s gone without a sign

Remember each time sorrow comes
And we see no end in sight
It will be gone when morning comes
We will have abandoned it in the night

©9/7/07Terry Sutherland

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Gramma Denise and Madison

I Wrote a Song

I Wrote a Song

I wrote a song the other day
It was just a little ditty
But in Peoria it wouldn’t play
If you want the nitty gritty

I changed the melody and words
I changed the second verse
I changed the strumming chords
The last became the first

When all was said and done
When the song was being played
The last verse became the first one
There was method in the trade

Now I have to hum it
The verses left my head
The music just didn’t fit
I guess I’ll write a poem instead

©10/4/11Terry Sutherland

Monday, October 3, 2011

One Day at a Time

One Day at a Time

On a day without sun
When rain clouds our day
Remember when that day is done
There are pleasant ones on the way
The days are what we make
That’s how it is, in life
From the moment we wake
‘til the sun sets at night
Each day is an adventure in living
It may be the last one we ever have
Each adventure keeps giving
As if it is the best day we ever had

©10/3/11Terry Sutherland

Sunday, October 2, 2011

The Painting

I was just the tool in the pallet knife oil painting genius of Denise and her mother.  Painted in my kitchen, I placed each glob of paint at the direction of the two.  After Denise told her cousin Cherie who lives in Minnesota, that the painting was better appreciated at a distance; Cherie said the painting looked pretty good from Minnesota.

Heidi and Ben's Seventeenth Wedding Anniversary

Heidi and Ben celebrated their 17th wedding anniversary yesterday, October 1, 2011