Joy Jun 18, 2024 at 5:35pm In response to "My Take"
Love this!
Your muse is literarily enjoyable and amusing. A rare find, I have to say.
Then, I, too, learned to cook after I was married, thanks to my mother-in-law. Before, I wasn't even allowed into the kitchen. Later, I didn't burn any house down but I might probably have come close to it, but my goof-ups weren't enough for severe burns. I can now cook just about anything.
What beautiful and inspiring words! Thank you for sharing! However, be sure to also share where you got this from as I ran it through a plagiarism checker and you know what I found.
I'm not saying not to post things like that. It's a very meaningful thing to write. I'm just saying to be sure you post where it came from originally, even if you added some of your own and/or had AI write a good bit of it for you (which should also be mentioned). And, naturally, be sure not to enter things like this into contests.
Anyway, thank you for sharing this! I hope you post it on the Newsfeed (with a disclaimer, of course). It may help someone in need.
I needed this a few days ago, yesterday, and already this morning. Thank you for it. For no particular reason I clicked on Blogging. My entry is good also. It is right below yours.
I need to be reminded of this "This story is all about life. It teaches us that We must GIVE before We can RECEIVE Abundantly." when I write a poem for/about someone. My meagre words may have meanings even I don't recognise.
Recently, Rosemary thanked me for a poem I wrote for her years ago. And then within 24 hours I received a review for it here (after years of few views and no reviews).
These horses or "pit ponies" were deprived of experiencing the sunlight and fresh air. Instead, they lived in darkness underground, relying on their instincts and the guidance of their human partners, known as conogons.
These horses were born, worked, and perished in the dark, enduring strenuous labor. It was not uncommon for a single horse to pull up to eight heavy coal wagons alone. Despite their challenging circumstances, these animals maintained their dignity and were aware of their rights, such as refusing to move if they felt burdened with excessive wagons. They also possessed a remarkable sense of time, knowing when their working day should end and finding their way back to the stables even in darkness. This demanding work of horses in the mines continued until 1972 when technology took over, marking the end of an era. On December 3, 1972, Ruby, the last miner's horse, emerged from the mines in a grand fashion. Accompanied by an orchestra, Ruby, adorned with a flower wreath, was brought out of the darkness, symbolizing the conclusion of the era of mining horses and their connogon partners. To commemorate their shared labor underground, a sculptural composition named "Conogon" was erected within the Museum-Reserve "Red Hill".
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