Margaret Brennan

Joined October 2021

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I am a 78-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.

My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.

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TETHERED TO A HEATING PAD
TETHERED TO A HEATING PAD So, Here I Sit << // >> << // >> So, now here I sit. Not happy, nor sad.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Poets
A CLEAN DESK IS A SIGN OF A SICK MIND. Top Story - August 2023.
I DO! I DO! I DO HAVE A DESK! So, that’s what I kept bumping into! << >> // << >> I’ve heard it said that “A Clean Desk is a Sign of a Sick Mind.” My mind must be super healthy, then.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Humor
WAITING FOR LOW TIDE
WAITING FOR LOW TIDE Birds of a Feather <<>> <<>> And so, they sit and patiently wait. At least, most do. Some will fly off looking for a place where the water is a bit lower. Somewhere where the oysters are ripe for their picking.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
TO BE REMEMBERED
TO BE REMEMBERED BY SOMEONE – SOME DAY <<<**>>> The weeds overgrown, the grass was like hay; The trees and the flowers have withered away.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
Grandma's Legacy
GRANDMA’S LEGACY Her Wisdom Made Me Grow Her eyes were tired and weary, And bones creaked as she walked.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
WAITING FOR THE RAIN
WAITING FOR THE RAIN And The Thunder Rolls ‘Tis rainy season again. It happens this time each year.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
MY WEDDING
The man I was about to marry, had an idea for our wedding. I didn’t agree because I thought he was right; I agreed because I knew how much fun it would be – we were both right!
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
DID YOU KNOW
Did You Know? A Bit of History about Long Island NY Although I was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, I spent most of my adult life living on Long Island, New York. I moved there after I was married and that’s where my sons were born and raised.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in History
TIME NEVER STANDS STILL
Time Never Stands Still Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys While it’s true that we never forget the bad things that happened in our lives, as soon as those sad thoughts pop into our minds, it seems the good things take over, replacing what could dampen a day with thought of times warm and fuzzy.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Humans
OLDER WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL LOVERS - PART TWO
OLDER WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFL LOVERS – PART TWO Bobbie spoke, “Oops! Almost forgot to tell you. Yes, we’re going to the Bahamas HOWEVER, this is an “Irish” cruise, and The Irish Rovers are headlining the entertainment.”
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Fiction
OLDER WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL LOVERS
OLDER WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFL LOVERS – PART ONE Charlotte looked into his beautiful blue eyes with wonder, joy, confusion, and lust. She found it so difficult to look away. She tried not to show how her pulse quickened and her breath caught in her throat.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Fiction
HOUSEWORK I LOVE TO HATE
HOUSEHOLD CHORES I LOVE TO HATE I don’t mind the laundry. Heck, I’d do it all day. I lose my ambition To put it away.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets

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TETHERED TO A HEATING PAD

A CLEAN DESK IS A SIGN OF A SICK MIND. Top Story - August 2023.

WAITING FOR LOW TIDE

TO BE REMEMBERED

Grandma's Legacy

WAITING FOR THE RAIN

MY WEDDING

DID YOU KNOW

TIME NEVER STANDS STILL

OLDER WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL LOVERS - PART TWO

OLDER WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL LOVERS

HOUSEWORK I LOVE TO HATE

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