I’ve tried to convince Joan to start a “blog of her own” (like Virginia Woolf’s “a room of one’s own”) , but she seems to prefer to respond to blog postings like mine and yours.

That’s okay; we all get to read her verse effusions, which are blog comments elevated to another level! Perhaps the idea will catch on!

Joan – Are you sure you don’t want me to set up a blog for you? It would be so much fun to read! (Not that I don’t like reading your light verse in the comments threads here and at Riverside Rambles, of course. I’m honored.)

You never know exactly where
A fallen rock has been.

Indeed.

Lorianne – That would be cool. Google is already the single biggest source of visitors to this site, as you can imagine, but it would be nice if bestiality fans had somewhere to go other than just the “Hot raccoon sex” post.

Carolyn – I hear that stoning is the usual punishment.

mb – Glad to hear this plays well in Idaho! I can actually see myself moving there someday. I always feel uncomfortable when I’m surrounded by other people who think like me. There’s little danger of that there, I guess.

Truly bizarre!
Carolyn H.
http://roundtoprumings.blogspot.com

Those years I walked on River Road
Avoiding rocks there falling
I didn’t realize right then
There was a higher calling.
Their sign said, “Watch for Falling Rocks!�
I knew I should avoid ‘em
But little did I know the cost
Of mingling with those fallen.
But now you’ve shown
They can’t be touched
I realize my sin.
You never know exactly where
A fallen rock has been.
And if I should be tempted by
A stone with quartzy glitter
I’ll quickly cast the thing aside
As so much useless litter.
Though all that glisters is not gold
It still would bring me down
To know I’ve had some dealings with
The rocky sort in town.
So I’ll stay on the beaten path
And vow I will not teeter
But when I die I pray
The current gatekeeper’s not Peter.

quiet regular – “LOL” can be verbed?!

Brett – Sure, take all you need. I’m not using them.

marja-leena – Maybe not. I think photography is permitted.

Cady May – You may be a pagan and a blasphemer, but it sure sounds as if you’ve paid your dues slogging through those OT prophets. Or maybe all the old-time religions just sound alike, eh?

I’ve always wanted to erect a megalith or two in my front yard.

Keith – Namesake? You mean David with his sling?

Tall Girl – Thanks!

bev – I’d suspected as much.

Joel – Hell no. That stuff is an environmental scourge.

Rebecca – I hope you made sure the burlap sack was securely tied shut before you heaved them into the river.

Yes, we’re all Keystoners here, aren’t we? Good point.