Ode to flannel pajamas

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Ode to Flannel Pajamas

For as long as I can  remember,
they comforted me,
kept me safe, more than toasty warm at night,
reminding me it was fall -
always ready for an early bedtime.
As birthdays passed, I outgrew them quickly.
Mine had cuffs, pockets,
and presented themselves in all colors plaid.

Made from hand picked cotton
grown under a scorching sun,
washed hundreds of times,
flannel summer sheets also kept my body cool.
Napped on one side,the soft fabric,
associated with good horse-sense,
comfortableness, applesauce,
and bologna sandwiches for lunch,
swaddled me.
Snuggling in them with a teddy bear,
I dreamed of sailing boats, pussycats,
and stars in relation to Mars.
When wearing them,
it seemed all was right
in the wide, wide world,
as if it were made of sweet buttery
saltwater taffy.

All that, and I still wondered
about kids who wore nothing to bed
but skivies, walked all day on bare feet,
gunfire and bombs overhead
all through the night,
little food to eat.
I must have led a protected life,
growing up in middle America...
but I think I always knew
it was a perilous world,
not to be taken for granted;
I learned early each Christmas was precious -
and not just because  
there was, under the tree,
another set of flannel pajamas,
or a long red plaid flannel nightie!

Scavenger Hunt Sunday...

    http://www.ashleysisk.com/search/label/Scavenger%20Hunt

Please check out the other great entries to this weekly posting of photographic art at Ashley Sisk's web site. Most have learned the details of using texture to alter or enhance their works.  When I am able to free up more disc space on my computer, I will be able to download tutorials on the subject, but for now, I'm afraid I am having to stick to the SOOC mode. Prompts are below...
                                

1.  Stacked up...

Just a few of the stacks of books I have scattered around the house that I have not finished or intend to read, purposely faded to a lavendered hue...


2.  Winter Wonderland....

Poor St. Francis gets the brunt of the weather where he stands in my garden bed...today he has a hat of snow and the birds he holds actually look a bit warmer because he is holding them...

3.  Sweet

Ordinary whole wheat toast with raspberry jam and butter...there is a lack of 'sweets' in this house right now...

4.  Hole...  a keyhole

      

Frozen...

This little man is in the music box I haul out every Christmas, so it's a recent picture...he is skating (not so swiftly) on an icy pond.                                  Scavenger Hunt Sunday

Haiku Wednesday word prompt: Review...

haiku-wednesday


Accept the Invitation: The Year in Review
by klr 

Cedar tips fill out

A warming gale blows leeward

Winter in our eyes

Let open the door, 

open the eastern window

Accept the invitation

We sing parting songs,

reviewing the best and worst

The pendulum shifts

There are no bookends

on the shelf of life and time,

only knowledge gained

To live simply and earthly, 

with passion to give, 

share, build, salvage, and renew