The Lighter Side of JzB

Here you will find photos, poetry, and possibly some light-hearted foolishness. For the Heavier Side
of JzB
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Every day visits*
From Moose, Goose, and Orb Weaver
All seized by Haiku

"Why moose and goose?" you may ask. Back on 2/04/13 Pirate wrote a haiku with an elk in it, and I responded with
one with a moose and then included him every day. A few days later in comments Mystic asked "Where's the goose?"
So I started including her with this post on 2/07. A week later on the 14th, Mark Readfern
asked for and received a spider. The rest is history.

*Well, most days, anyway. Grant me a bit of poetic license.

Friday, August 29, 2014

Transforming Friday with Nature's Wonders

Jumping off a mountain.

Long day in the saddle - 611 miles covered today from south-east Pennsylvania to south-east Michigan.

But we did encounter one semi-interesting point along the way.


Just today I drove over
The highest point on I-80
[East of the Mississippi]
One hundred eleven miles from Ohio.

Twenty-two hundred and fifty feet
above the level of the rising sea.

You are not impressed.

There is no sheer drop off
No three foot wide path
perched on a wind-swept ridge.


Instead, four lanes of asphalt
With a grassy median
Surrounded by gently rolling hills
And trees; a dense infinity of trees.

Home to deer and foxes
Slinking in the underbrush
Rabbits, song birds, voles
All avoiding the keen eyes of hawks

Who soar at heights unattainable
Unimaginable and undesired
By timid flat-landers pretending
To fly in their four wheeled metal boxes.

reduced to a quasi-haiku

one more road wrinkle
in the pennsylvania flounce
asphalt furbelow

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads


  1. Who soar at heights unattainable
    Unimaginable and undesired
    By timid flat-landers pretending
    to fly in their four wheeled metal boxes. .. wonderful. Love my mountains though.

    1. Thanx.

      I can see why you love your mountains, but they are not for me.

      This entry was pretty much stream of semi-consciousness. I'm way over-tired, and now off to bed.


  2. But flying in those boxes we miss the birds and foxes.

  3. Those last two stanzas are mighty indeed.

  4. Nice road trip, J.B. I rode along with you and felt all the nice little bumps. My favorite was "There is no sheer drop off, No three foot wide path, perched on a wind-swept ridge". But of course, that is what you want went you're on the Interstate.

    BTW, one of my grandsons, now thirty-six, still calls me Bumpa
    (pronounced 'Boompa) from back when he couldn't say Papa.

  5. I am impressed. Especially with the serendipity of 111...that's a number that likes to appear frequently in my life and I love this,

    "Surrounded by gently rolling hills
    And trees; a dense infinity of trees..."

    and the rest of your descriptions of what lives there...much enjoyed the view from your shoes...thank you for joining! :)

  6. Yes, those last two stanzas pack a punch....It is really flat here in Texas where I live, yet I do soar at times to get above sea level. :)


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