Searching for Treasure

Treasures

I had an hour to kill between meetings today so I decided to stop by our local flea market. It has been years since I have been to one!

This one is held every weekend and sells everything from tools to chickens. I was ambling down the rows of vendors, just fellow Americans selling their wares. I admit, I passed by most of the items without a glance.

I have no need for baby items, or hardware. Then I saw it! 

A book vendor! And it hit me, everything was important to someone. The items I thought were useless to me, at one time had some meaning and purpose in life to someone else. And they would again, brighten someone’s day. They just sat waiting for the right person to stroll by and take them home.

But Books are my life! I have always had a fondness for books. Being very ill when I was young, I spent many, many days lying around reading. I didn’t have the breath to do much more.

But through books I met my best friend, Trixie Belden. And every time I enter a bookstore I look for her. Of course I have the entire series and doubles and triples of some. But I still look. I would hate for Trixie to be left on a dusty shelf with strangers.

So I was rummaging through stacks of old children’s books. That’s what you gotta do, you can’t just LOOK. You have to dig to find treasure! So I moved books here and there, Lassie, the Hardy Boys, but no Trixie.

Although I was disappointed, I did come away with one treasure, The Rifleman. I didn’t even know they HAD books on the old western! I am off to cowboy world next week so I’ll take him with me.

I have always loved going to yard sales, thrift stores, and flea markets. You never know what you will find, but you need to slow down and take a look. Maybe you’ll run across an old friend who has been waiting for you.

For me, books have been an escape. They still are. But now, instead of reading about adventures, I create my own. Life is what we make of it. And if you aren’t happy, pick up a good book and escape. 

Rebel Writers

Writing is an all-consuming thing. When an idea comes to you, you have to let it out least it drive you mad.

I have recently dabbled in song writing, I look at a song as a tiny book. My “songs” are simple little things that seem to express what I can’t say.

I started a song writing group and am quite surprised how many of my author friends write songs as well!

It is never too late to try something new, step outside your box and LIVE. J

I shared a couple below and would love to hear your thoughts, or share your own songs!

If you wanna join Rebel Writers, all are welcome!

https://www.facebook.com/groups/garebelwriters

Summer Heat

©Lynn Hubbard

Dark room at night

It’s as hot as hell

No relief in sight

It’s like I’m under a spell

Your burning touch

Sets me on fire

My emotions are too much

To curb my desire

Matching your thrust

Pound for pound

I know I shouldn’t trust

But my heart is bound

But I have needs

That need filling

And you have greed

Deep in your soul

It might be wrong

This summer heat

But I am strong

And you will burn

Ice On The Bridge

© Lynn Hubbard

Winter is Coming

I can feel the cold

Seeping into my chest

I’m feeling so old

Many Years have passed

Since I have felt warmth

Our hearts have parted

Now I’m trapped in a storm

Ice on the Bridge

Spinning out of control

Life is passing fast

Should I stay or go?

Memories of my past

Keep my feet planted here

But my soul yearns for more

It is the future that I fear

Life is a wild ride

Set yourself free

No one can choose for you

Open your eyes and see

Nine toes out that door

 ©Lynn Hubbard

I thought we had it all

Our souls just clicked

But I'm not gonna fall 

For that same old trick 

Now all I've got is time

You may not be rich

But I don't give a dime

And I'm not a witch

Slammed doors can reopen

Broken hearts can mend

You think you have broke me?

Well Honey, I will bend.

I know I should just go

I have nine toes out that door

I just need one more step

Then it's never more

You're running out of time

It's your loss not mine

I have nine toes out that door

And now I'm gone!!

My inspirational take on the Revolution.