Distorted toad

picked up by the police,

A moment thought;

i was wandering down to pick-up my mail, just doing what i needed to get done today..

Rent The Chicken!

Memories of Grandma House….

 

i´m sorry got just a little long winded….

 

i long to hold onto those memories of Grandma´s house, an her loving soul…

 

Those days she would drag me off, to the big church in the downtown core of greater Vancouver, BC Canada…  Anytime she was watching her grandchildren, i wonder ifinn my two sister´s remember, these little trips we as children hated…  Nonetheless there were those days, while grandma, would take us on her egg run…  What i mean about the egg run, grandma sold egg´s in the neighbourhood, the best part was on the way back to grandma’s house we would dig in the garbage…  Possibly this could be one of the reasons that i so enjoy digging in the dumpsters now…

 

i loved my grandma, however hated when she would bath me in the kitchen sink..  Love the kitchen with the old pot-belly-stove, with the crackle-pop, an the smell of the wood burning…

 

i kind of got side-tracked, the post was about rental chickens, so that people could experience fresh laid eggs each morning..

 

Grandma had a big chicken coop in the back yard, us children would love going to get the eggs right out from under the chickens, we also got to feed them the table scraps after each meal…

 

The chicken coop, with the roaster speaking out each morning was always a big highlight of our visit to grandma’s house…  O-Yeah the attic, was always an adventure too…

 

Fresh eggs & the mysteries of Grandma´s house…

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toad (chris jensen) thisoldtoad

 

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However i first found the article

in the Vancouver Metro News…

Am i a writer?

i´ve been writing poetry an posting on a blog for some year now!  i was not big on school or for that matter did very well in any subject, little lone, (English)…  Nonetheless have been posting on several different blogs, which i´ve started..  That have come an gone…

 

i have been interviewed by a few, whom have posted or published the works, mostly for my lifestyle of living on the streetś…

 

Where i move from coffee shop, buying a steamed milk or coffee for the price of gaining wifi…

 

Now doing this all while digging into dumpsters for bottles or anything else that i may change into cash…

 

i also feed myself throughout all this time spending as less as possible, mostly on what people throw away…  (You would be amazed what people, in this city deem as garbage or no longer edible in the the city of Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada…)

 

i eat very well, mostly because the now generation, throws away, so much good an useable food…

 

i start writing by starting a blog, which a friend had suggested, mostly posting useless photographs an whatever caught my interest..

 

By the lov of another blogger whom goes by name (https://hastywords.wordpress.com/), she directed me or guided me into writing poetry…  For that i am now, eternally grateful…

 

Thank you hasty!

 

So back to the question;

 

Am i a writer?

 

For the first time, that i can recall?

 

i would say: Yes i am a writer!

 

A thought from;

 

a toad (chris jensen) thisoldtoad

 

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