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March of the Dinosaurs…

Hannah was awarded the title of Grade Level Champion for her very creative and colorful poster that was entered into the UVM Math Poster Contest centered on the theme of Shapes and Sizes. Hannah’s poster was chosen as the winner out of all the 5th grade poster entries (There were 500 total poster entries from 32 Vermont schools).

I saw this and wanted to write  a story FOR HANNAH about her awesome drawing.











“HUP TWO THREE FOUR – HUP TWO THREE FOUR,” Barked Greenie the T-Rex from behind the pack of dinosaurs.

“HUP TWO THREE FOUR.” He never stopped giving orders. Greenie knew that he had to keep his dinosaur friends marching towards the Sun Valley or they would all surely starve when the winter snows came and covered the ground.

“Boy, Greenie sure is marching us hard today,” squealed a very tired Steg the Yellow.

“He sure is, agreed Purple Bronto, but Greenie is the oldest and wisest dinosaur so we must obey.”

“I guess you’re right, “answered Yellow. “Soon we will be in the Sun Valley and have all the food and water we need.”

They all continued marching to Greenies cadence and rhythm.  His barking became less and less like barking and more musical and easier to march to; even the flying dinosaurs were in rhythm to his tune.

“HUP TWO THREE FOUR WE ARE MARCHING DINOSAURS – FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT WE WON’T STOP TILL DAYBREAK.”  It was a nice song and Greenie had marched his dinosaur friends to it for years and years. Greenie felt happy that they would once more be safe. Then come spring they could all travel back to their homes and enjoy another summer filled with laughter and fun.

“Hey Greenie,” Called out the tiniest of tiny dinosaur voices, “Are we there yet Greenie, huh, huh?”

Greenie looked down at the newest and smallest dinosaur in their group who was standing next to Purple Bronto




Every year on Memorial Day, this MARINE, Staff Sergeant Tim Chambers, stands in the sweltering Washington D.C. heat, in his dress uniform, holding a salute for every biker in the Rolling Thunder procession. He stands at attention, saluting his brothers and sisters, from start to finish, which is over four hours! When asked, “Sergeant Chambers, why the salute?” His response was effortless and profound, “It’s about the pain. A lot of these heroic guys still hurt and if I can relieve their pain for just one brief moment, then I’ve done my job.”

God bless you SSGT Chambers, and God bless those who stopped to care for you and give you some water.


I was so touched by this photo and story, I wrote this poem in his honor.




Every year

At this time

I salute

These men of mine


As they roll

And thunder by

My right hand raised

To my eye


Does it hurt?

Is what they ask

In your honor

I accept this task


Thru the heat

The blazing sun

I stand here proud

For every last one


I cannot drop

My arm, My hand

I will not rest

I only stand


On iron horses

A steel cavalry

My eyes forward

I salute thee










Again we have two poems to a very intriguing picture.

Life’s scales, always in the balance

Our spiritual bond in check

Our time on earth together

Nurtured with love and with respect

We can not understand God’s ways

What’s meant to be will be

Losing you to God, so soon

Will never make sense to me

One day, making love on the beach

The next, burying you in the sand

That day, my heart was lowered into the ground

Was this truly part of God’s plan?


I bared my soul to you, not just my body

Death came in and took you away

My heart was held in your hands

I held you while you slipped away

A part of me went into your grave

Buried deep in the sand

I feel so weak, tired and sad

How will I go on?

Life is no longer worth living

To go on -with out you…

I will go mad!



I hear him whisper…..I look all around…..I must be hearing things…..My mind is not sound

Dollface”, I hear him again

“It can’t be! I watched you die!  It was me who held you.  It was me who cried!”

It was then, I felt his touch

It was his hand brushing my cheek

My tears fell, it was too much

He took me into his arms

His breath upon my neck

“It will be Okay baby.  Don’t be alarmed.”


He proceeded to tell me

Of a promise he had made

After we had made love

Outside in the shade

He told me of his cancer

The terrible beast

Inside his body

Having a feast

It was then that he vowed

Never to leave

He would defeat death

He would succeed

Our scale was no longer balanced

Though our bond was still strong

He gave me my heart

So I could move on

I must go on living

I must be strong

He told me of our child

As he touched my tum

Created on the beach

Under a falling son

One day, making love

The next,  buried the sand

It doesn’t make sense

It isn’t Gods plan

This just happened

Out of our control

There is nothing we can do

Nothing to be told

I must go on for the sake of our son

Teach him and guide him

Play and have some fun



“Yes, babe?”

“It will be Okay.  Don’t be alarmed. I will watch over and guide you.  I’ll keep you from harm.”


words by Renee Robinson



art by  Michael Maier, Artist. http://en.cubanfineart.com/  Cuban Art EMagazine



THEN ***************************


There’s a poem I wrote about the same picture.




The Almost There Man

Oh my darling

 I miss thee so

How I wish

thee did not go


But I am,

 Here with you

You aren’t alone

We are still two


Oh my darling

I miss your touch

It is your presence

I need so much


Why can you not

See me here

You speak as if

I disappear


Oh my darling

You must return

My heart’s on fire

For you I burn


Look at me now

I cannot see

Can you feel

I do feel thee



words by Steve O’Brien @ http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/



Kitty Art

Steve has written a poem for my photo of Fluffy checking out my artwork in progress:

Well well

Lookie there
My mommy has
The flair
She takes a board
And a brush
And just like that
From nothing, now much
I like to watch
Her do her things
I like the way
Her art sings
All the other
Pets ‘round here
Wish they had
My mommy dear
Her simple way
Of making life
Of bring hope
Erasing strife
Now, if I had
Some Kitty paints
I’d surprise mommy
What if she faints?

Words: Steve O’Brien

Photo; Anne Onsøien

Love is blind.

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This story is written by Steve. This is his fun view of
my illustration called Love is blind. 

GIRAFFE singing, “you light up my life, you give me hope to carry on, you light up my day, and fill my night.”

LAMP blushing replies,” Aww come on Giraffe, you know how embarrassed I get when you sing that song.”

GIRAFFE: “I know my love, but you do make me feel that way. Every time I come into this room and see you, I get, get, all flustered and start singing. It’s the only way I know how to express myself to you.”

LAMP: “Surely you must have some idea of how to please me? I mean we’ve been together in the same house for awhile now.”

GIRAFFE: “Whatever do you mean my love?”

LAMP: “Come on now, look closely at me, and better yet, come closer to me my love.”

The giraffe blindly walks towards the lamp as instructed.

LAMP: “Closer still.”

The giraffe is almost touching the lamp now, he is standing so close to her.

GIRAFFE: “I’m here my love, just as you requested.”

LAMP: “See this switch on me?”

GIRAFFE: “Yes, my love I see the switch.”

LAMP: “Okay, now reach over and turn me on.”



“CAPTAIN, how goes the industrial colonization of the planet Earth?” Asked the Squishier of Sunsets.

“It is progressing just as you have envisioned, OH Wise and Destructive One.”

“Very well Captain, I want to see more buildings, roads and bridges, I want more graying, polluted and acid rain filled skies with each passing day. Not a moments rest till every square inch of green on the planet Earth is covered by bricks, steel or plastic, AM I UNDERSTOOD!”

“Oh yes, Supreme Supplier of Stone, Sludge and all things Harmful. We are halfway there. It seems as if the inhabitants of Earth enjoy laying waste to the natural resources they have been graciously given.”

(As the Ultimate Undertaker of the Universe stops to take a look at the Destruction Download Bar on his Destructo Monitor he notices that it has stalled momentarily)

“WHY does it appear to be slowing down Captain?”

“I’m not sure sir, let me look.


Oh no, you’re right OH Punish-er of Planets; it does look as if the greenscape annihilation has slowed down. Well, my magnificent Demolish-er of all life and Superior Installer of things non living. It appears that the people of planet Earth are fighting back. It actually looks like they are starting to take notice and concern over their impact of their own environment. “

“Captain, can we stop them from stopping us?”

“I’m not sure my Eternal Evaporator of Earth, I’m not sure.”

Hhhmmm thought the Decider of Doom to himself; maybe these earthlings have finally realized that the light at the end of their planetary tunnel “WAS AN ONCOMNG TRAIN”.

“Okay Captain, let’s change course and find another rock to help destroy. We will grant these earthlings a little more time. Maybe they’ll destroy this planet on their own. If not then we shall return and finish it for them.

“Aye aye, my Supreme Slayer of Trees and Installer of Tears and Regrets, Aye aye.”



The picture found me then I found the words, then my words found their way to this page, then you found this page and read this story. Thanks….Steve @ http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/


Once again TWO stories from ONE picture





The lamb cried

Why must it be me?

I have worship and loved Thee

I have been true and kept faith in your word

Why must you do this?  What have I done sir?

Her father placed a hand on her cheek and said,

You are the chosen one, do you not understand?

I ask this of you because, you took my hand

When we married, it was then you agreed

To be sacrificed, to please me

The greatest honor ever to be 

Has been bestowed upon thee

Do you not wish to please me?

A tear rolled down her cheek which he gently wiped away

He placed a kiss upon her lips, closing her eyes to pray

With one swift thrust

He brought the dagger down

The soft flesh between her breasts the shaft found

He laughed as he watched her die

He filled a chalice with her blood and cried

You stupid wench.  I have just given you to my King

Glory to him! Let his praises ring!

Open the gates of Hell, of the lamb partake

A sacrificial virgin I have forsake

A black cloud filled the room

Along with a darkened sense of doom

Hail Thee master, I hope you are pleased

He proclaimed on bended knees

Satan placed his hand on his shoulder

You have done well.  You are a great soldier

Taking the lamb into his arms, he returned

Back through the gate

Into the coals which burn


by Renee Robinson

Seek Rennee’s incredible visions @ http://naesnest.me/




BRAVO, MAGNIFICO, BELLISIMO. (We hear the crowd is yelling after the show)

“OH MY, the crowd loves my performance. I cannot believe that they are standing and clapping, for ME! They love ME they really really love ME.  With this type of cheering I must have been fantastic, OH of course I was fantastic.  Oh my, someone threw ME flowers.

I will most certainly win an award for best dance performance of the decade. Everyone who is anyone will be at the ceremony. . Hmm… what will I wear? I know that tiny little pink dress that Stefan bought ME on our one year anniversary. Yes that’s it, I’ll wear that dress and I’ll smile and wave to my peers and the judges from the academy who voted for ME.

OH MY, it will be spectacular.  Then I  must remember to thank everyone I ever met, my acting coach, my speech coach, my dance instructors’, everyone of them from the time I started dancing at age 3 to this very moment.  OH and MY publicist, MY agent, the director, OH and of course the composer of this magnificent piece of music.

OH MY, I must have been day dreaming, they are still standing and clapping and cheering for me.

A little curtsy for the people in the front row.


OH MY and I mustn’t forget to bow backwards to the folks behind ME.


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