Inspiring Interlude
by Janet Sobczyk, 2021
by Janet Sobczyk, 2021
An overnight stay just a half hour away
close to home but felt good to roam
a small town with a main street to walk down
blue and white signs marked its historic times
an artistic metal fence with sculpted events
modern buildings mixed with old ones well fixed
new library and fire house, trucks waiting stationary
a bar and grill where Husker fans were thrilled.
close to home but felt good to roam
a small town with a main street to walk down
blue and white signs marked its historic times
an artistic metal fence with sculpted events
modern buildings mixed with old ones well fixed
new library and fire house, trucks waiting stationary
a bar and grill where Husker fans were thrilled.
After we dined on prime rib and pie it was time
to enjoy the reason we came, a grand dame
standing proud on a corner lot, the perfect spot
to oversee the town’s affairs and be
a respite for tourists and family to stay a bit.
to enjoy the reason we came, a grand dame
standing proud on a corner lot, the perfect spot
to oversee the town’s affairs and be
a respite for tourists and family to stay a bit.
Her 4th generation lavished rejuvenation
saving the best, restoring the rest
providing gentle care to guests who come unaware
it’s like sleeping in a museum, keeping
safe under a quilt dreaming of when she was built
and how, long ago, they endured freezing cold
and beastly heat, sheltered by her walls.
saving the best, restoring the rest
providing gentle care to guests who come unaware
it’s like sleeping in a museum, keeping
safe under a quilt dreaming of when she was built
and how, long ago, they endured freezing cold
and beastly heat, sheltered by her walls.
The magnitude of their fortitude makes me feel small
with our reliance on electricity and technology
our need for phones, instead they honed
skills long gone, secrets to survival beyond
our comprehension, not understanding their apprehension
about making it through the winter, baking
the scent of meals and woodstove smoke into her bones.
with our reliance on electricity and technology
our need for phones, instead they honed
skills long gone, secrets to survival beyond
our comprehension, not understanding their apprehension
about making it through the winter, baking
the scent of meals and woodstove smoke into her bones.
New smells helped us wake, tried not to be late
for a delicious breakfast, listening to others’ ambitious
plans for the day, when we just wanted to stay
conversing about the past, gratitude to hosts dispersing.
for a delicious breakfast, listening to others’ ambitious
plans for the day, when we just wanted to stay
conversing about the past, gratitude to hosts dispersing.
While cars were packed, on the balcony I sat
mesmerized by birds, without a word
contemplating their oasis, so many places
‘round a small pond with feeders for eaters
tiny and shy, sparrows quick to fly
at the smallest sound, not earthbound
flit to a fence, appreciating providence.
mesmerized by birds, without a word
contemplating their oasis, so many places
‘round a small pond with feeders for eaters
tiny and shy, sparrows quick to fly
at the smallest sound, not earthbound
flit to a fence, appreciating providence.
Later as we drove on by I thought, so should I.
With gratitude to Gordon and Linda Mueller,
owners of the Oft B and B in Bennington, NE.
Note: my photos weren't published in YCN, but I wanted to share them here.
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