Those 70ish Girls

I’ve been sitting here for hours on end. The Internet won’t save or send. Why are you doing this I cry, to cyber waves up in the sky. What did you say? I’m not high tech? I don’t know how to use spellcheck? I once again look at my phone. Alas, no signal bars have shown.

 The Brick House can’t go unattended. Before long it will be upended. Murdo Girl needs her town. She can’t let her people down! You really should do what she says. She’s Murdo’s very own Next Pres. Her Cabinet with no top shelf, will soon disintegrate itself.  My heart begins to palpitate. Will a lack of cell towers seal my fate? 

The Coffee is on..Eddie Jackson.

Presho Pride..Sherri Miller..Presho, SD

Hey Val..Kip photo bombed our selfie.

A thought creeps into my mind. How could I have been so blind? I know why I’ve lost my powers. I’ve been collecting “water towers.” Is collecting cell towers the key? Why must they be so ugh-e-ly?

Leave the Light on..Pat Davis..Eustace, TX

(A small sampling of my collection.)

Now what about Connie’s story, with Pearl and Grace and all their glory? They can’t write what happens next. They would soon be too perplexed. Hope and Warren need me, I shout! I must spell their future out!  Connie is Hope’s friend forever. They need more time to spend together

Wait! Just as I feel my head exploding. I see a picture is uploading. First one then two, now there’s seven.  Am I back in cyber heaven?

Should I forgive? I have no choice. In cyberspace I have no voice. I’ll send this poem for the net to care for. That’s what Al Gore put it there for!

I’ll trust again without exception. Just please give me a strong connection.

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I want to tell everyone, every single thing we’ve done. Life on the road fills us with pride. It surely has been quite a ride. There’s more than all the scenery. It’s the friends and family we see. We’re here today and gone tomorrow; arrive excited leave with sorrow. We can’t always be together, but the memories will last forever.