Out of the Blue

Before darkness settled in and sun bid farewell
I took a drive not far from home going fairly slow
What happened next I’m reluctant to tell
Yet the story has been told; others already know
She darted out from nowhere I did see
to this day I wonder how it all could be

Poor little one was naive though surely in control
She was unaware of the danger lurking outside
Her cries echoed through my heart and soul
Provoking tears and sadness deep inside
We simply met at the wrong time and place
And departed with my many prayers of grace

I wish to rewind that awful hour in my day
To save an innocent doe from unwanted sorrow
Let a little one run freely and be on her way
For a much, much brighter tomorrow
The suffering is over now but images aren’t kind
They lie still so fresh in my mind

Lauren Scott © 2015

(This happens all the time where we live because deer are in abundance. Many people don’t like them because they eat the gardens. Well, yes, I suppose that is an annoyance but I’m a little different. I love watching them walk gracefully down the street and always hope that car and deer don’t meet. After many years of living here, my car has never come in contact with one. This time though, the deer hit me on the left front side by the headlight. She was tossed into the gutter, hurt very badly and suffered about an hour before she was put out of her misery. I knew it wasn’t my fault. She truly did fly out of a backyard on my left side, out of the blue, and into my car all in a matter of seconds. But it was a very heartbreaking hour and I wouldn’t leave until she was taken care of…sadly this happens so often that it’s not a big urgency. We live in their territory and they are the innocent ones..)

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West Marin

on the way

I had a good day with you,
country road cruising

We weren’t alone, though
the cows saw us and

the sun warmed our faces
with its late entrance and

the geese entertained
with their water dancing and

our fingers laced together
with these simple joys in our hearts

Lauren Scott © 2015

Arrive Alive

What else is around the corner
What will come next
from talking on the cell
to writing a text

Shouldn’t we, as adults,
be good role models
How is it possible
if we’re acting like rebels

Distractions come
in different shapes
but taking eyes off the road
may not lead to escapes

So, if you can’t refrain
for your own safety’s sake
then do it for your neighbor
in the surrounding lanes

© LScott 2013

My son is in Leadership (Student Council) at his high school,
and recently they conducted a week long event,
conveying the dangers of texting and driving.

They had a guest speaker who had lost his high school daughter
because she texted
while driving on the freeway.
Although I don’t text and drive, this alone
is enough to scare me. Whether we’re texting
or reading a text, we create a dangerous situation by doing so.
I thought I would help pass this very important message along
.

The Untimely Muse

 

Letters float with clouds in the sky
while it’s vital that I focus and drive
Inspiration has its own timing
and it’s not always perfectly aligning
I’m not penning while watching the road
yet, containing my thoughts in some crazy code
and just when I felt they were safely concealed
they drifted away on kite’s tail over field

 

© LScott 2013

Can you relate?
🙂

Arachnophobia Fun (If You Say So) :)

Last night, I was driving to pick up my son and noticed a police car behind me, no worries, except that I was in my pj’s!  All was good. Soon after, I watched a spider gracefully crawl across the windshield in front of me INSIDE the car! For those of you who know me well, know that I’ve grown up with arachnophobia. However, I’ve matured, really, I have.  Although, I didn’t want the darn spider dropping on me as I was driving! BIG distraction (next to cell phones)!

So, while trying to focus on oncoming traffic, the cop and the spider without crashing, I began having a hot flash! Yikes, well, turning in the nearest left turn lane, I killed the spider, as it became too close for comfort (sorry to whomever).  I wanted to get out at the gas station and throw the tissue away, but realized I had my pj’s on.

Instead, I tossed the trash bag (sure the spider was in it) to the back of my crv (great shot) and continued on my journey to pick up my son. The funny thing is I always keep the windows closed up tight and the creepy crawlies still manage to get in and torment me! I just have to say….why me? 🙂   

I wrote this poem when my phobia was most apparent (many years ago)!

Laughing Spiders

Why did God create
creepy, crawly things
I still don’t understand
all the goodness they bring

Some I don’t mind
they’re actually okay

but spiders are bugs
I honestly hate

They creep around
in places I don’t know
with every little leg they have
they’re always on the go

In the kitchen, in the closet
in my bedroom, too
no matter where, they startle me
as if they’re saying, “BOO!”

I’ll have to tolerate them
although I have some doubt
I’ve only one request
that they just stay OUT!

Have a wonderful (creepy) weekend, Everyone!

New Trust

We hand you these

But please be careful

Crazy drivers out there

And we care about you

Use the signal to turn

Our concern is immense

Lane changing may be obscure 

Be secure in your senses

When in reverse, check your mirror

Don’t let fear cloud your vision

In rainy weather, slow down

Clowning around isn’t clever

Safety is vital

in this new endeavor

The car is yours tonight

Lauren Scott © 2011