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BSC
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since 2000-02-04
Posts 2919New York, USA |
I shall write to You this morning, Of the frost upon the ground, Of the squirrels gathering chestnuts, And the beauty that's around. I will tell You of the woodchuck Who is nesting in my yard, And of the haughty blue jay, Who is always standing guard; I'll write of little chipmunks, Playing hide and seek in leaves, And of the charming web that grew, From a spider's artful weave. I'll try to describe the flowers, Whose day of beauty passed, And how I stand in wonder As a sunbeam's spell is cast; Glistening off the scarlet, Drifting on to harvest gold, Bittersweet orange of autumn, A result of Jack's tight hold. I'll tell You of the leaf pile, That seems reaching for the sky, And the giggles of the children, Who jump in and make them fly. I'm sure You were standing with me, Maybe holding a rake in Your hand, Watching the little ones playing, While helping me understand, Why I need to slow down and notice, The beauty You've scattered around, And I needed to write and thank You, For the peace that's finally been found. [This message has been edited by BSC (edited 10-12-2000).] |
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Alle'cram Senior Member
since 2000-02-28
Posts 1816Texas |
Dear Bonnie, This is beautiful!! I don't think I have met a heart so filled with love, as you have. A true gift from God and you spread it around so beautifully. Marcy "Why I need to slow down and notice, The beauty You've scattered around, And I needed to write and thank You, For the peace that's finally been found." |
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Winnifer Fayre Junior Member
since 2000-10-05
Posts 13 |
a lovely, happy poem. i'm afraid all the stuff i write is dark by comparison. it's nice to find a place where all forms of poetry are welcome. we have a local writer's group, but they look down their noses on anything that rhymes. they also seem to feel that all poems have to be gritty and dirty. i recently came in last place at one of their poetry slams. that takes talent. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Bonnie, what a beautiful autumn day you've painted, full of children's laughter and wee animals scampering! Angels indeed sat on your shoulder when you penned this one! Thank you! Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?...KRJ |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is so beautiful, Bonnie! It sure puts life in perspective! Very lovely! Denise |
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ellie LeJeune Member Elite
since 2000-01-10
Posts 4156King of Prussia, PA USA |
Dearest Bonnie; I caught thr essence here of your tender words and I am so happy that you feel His peace on this lovely autumn day you so perfectly describe. Love, Ellie Summers haunting melody that awakens the butterflies, calling them to join the dance in their silent song of praise to God. eL |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I love nature, I loved this, absolutely loved every word!! Kathleen |
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Songbird Member Elite
since 1999-12-15
Posts 2184Missouri |
I really like this poem, you gave a common subject a new and beautiful twist and made me feel as if I were there in all senses of the word. |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
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BloomingRose Member Elite
since 2000-08-09
Posts 3092Florida |
Bonnie, I love this! Heartfelt and full of great imagery. Deb ![]() |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Bonnie this brings such a smile to my face. As I drove today I couldn't help but notice the beauty in the leaves, and those awesomely bright yellow trees, scattered on the ground with orange and red. Thank you for shining through this with the love of God, and brightening my night with splendid imagery. ![]() <*\\\>< I know not what the future holds, but I know Who holds the future. |
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