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Poetry Friday

Poetry Friday

Poetry Friday No. 19-0913 I had decided my day was too full to write a #PoetryFriday post. Then about an hour ago, the quiet of our afternoon was filled with a helicopter flying low and close, circling more than once. I stepped out to watch then returned to my kitchen...
“I like READING!”

“I like READING!”

Slice of Life Tuesdays #190910. She bounces through the backdoor, holding a gift bag by its chocolate brown ribbon handles. Pink it is — trimmed at its bottom edge in brown with rows of white polka dots the size of the punched holes of loose-leaf paper forming...
Poem for Grandma

Poem for Grandma

I.Today I’m sharing a poem from one of my birthday cards, the one chosen by my 8-year-old grandson… “because Grandma likes poems.” A Poem for My Grandmaon Her BirthdayLike jelly  needs toast,and cocoa  needs mugs…Like cookies  need...
September

September

Slice of Life Tuesdays #190903. The air is dry, scented with fading lavender and blooming peppermint that line my walkway. Pears and apples are falling, those that the squirrels haven’t already claimed. My rose bushes are still bearing buds, promising a few more...
Instructions to a Tree

Instructions to a Tree

Poetry Friday It was May 3rd and I was leisurely reading all things poetry shared by my #PoetryFriday friends. That is when I came across Michelle Heidenrich Barnes’s DMC challenge for May on Today’s Little Ditty.  Michelle asked us to write a poem giving...
The Sea Calls Me

The Sea Calls Me

Poetry Friday Walking along the surf is one of my greatest delights. The horizon challenges me to look to the future, to keep dreaming. The steady rhythm of the breakers and the tides speaks to me to keep on, to never give up. The carefree winging of the sea gulls...
This Is a Test

This Is a Test

Slice of Life Tuesdays #190507 It was Wednesday morning, and we were doing what we love doing — taking a long beach walk. It was a cool 49 and the beach was nearly empty. A lone fisherman wearing waders was fishing for surfperch. We hadn’t walked far when...
Spring

Spring

Spiritual Journey Thursday Poetry Friday “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven . . .” Ecclesiastes 3:1 Spiritual Journey Thursday: Carol invited me to join the Spiritual Journey Community to write about the Spirit...
Filled with Song

Filled with Song

Slice of Life Tuesdays #190430 This is not my story, although I’m sharing it. It is not my daughter-in-law’s story, although she told it. It is the story of people I have not met, people with a song. I.Inspiration to share this Story On Sunday, I visited Kiesha...