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Giving The Gift Of Nature

15 Saturday Apr 2023

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Found on Pinterest on 5-30-17. Painting of Vicente Romero. Polly Weitering Art Paintings.








A little girl with curly blonde hair
Played in the meadow where the wild-flowers grew.
She touched each bloom with a trembling hand
And she picked some flowers for you.

She wanted to give you the curve of a petal
And the smell of a rambling rose,
The feel of rough bark on an old oak tree,
And the scent of the rain in your nose.

She wanted to capture the sound of a bird
Singing his song in the spring.
She'd give you the bluest sky she could find
And let your spirit take wing.

She wanted to give you a gift to cherish
And hold in your heart for a while.
There is nothing like nature to fill you with wonder 
And cause your eyes to smile.

Yu/stan/kema

Changes In Life.

26 Thursday Jan 2023

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My life was filled with hope and joy,
Each day a new adventure.
I squandered moments in time
With endless days of pleasure.

I was convinced that I could live
Day by day forever
And I would taste of sweet success
With all of my endeavors.

My strength was once incredible,
And my energy unending,
But old age caught up to me,
And a Pandemic sent me reeling.

All the things that anchored me
Were suddenly torn asunder.
I lost a friend, became quite ill,
And I saw my Country plundered.

My faith in God had disappeared,
And my hope for a better tomorrow
Had crash-landed here on earth,
And I was filled with sorrow.

The last two years I've walked with death
And stayed in isolation.
The world's been turned upside down,
And I'm often filled with frustration.

It's hard to tell what is the truth
And what is a clever lie.
Misinformation flows like oil,
But real facts are hard to deny.

There are many changes as I grow older
And losses I have to accept.
There are techniques and skills I need to learn
So I'll become more adept.

I have been given gifts through the years
That I cherish deep in my heart.
Yet, when I am dealt with repetitive losses,
True acceptance becomes an art.

-Yu/stan/kema-

Opposites In Life.

25 Wednesday Jan 2023

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The world is full of opposites
despite what some believe.
With every day of joy we have,
are days when we grieve.

We walk up a flight of stairs
and then we climb down.
Some days we may smile a lot,
and some days we frown.

We say we hate our enemies
and love our dearest friends. 
We resent those we dislike;
With friends, we make amends.

Most often opposites attract,
yet, sometimes they repel.
Both exist here on earth. 
We must remain tranquil.

-Yu/stan/kema-

My Dog Fuzzy.

25 Wednesday Jan 2023

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Scanned by Yu/stan/Kema on 2-18-16. Personal photograph.
I had a fuzzy little dog
With golden, brownish hair.
He ran with me across the yard,
His nose up in the air.

His body shook with ecstasy
Each time he smelled some food. 
He hunted down and gobbled up
Good meat with gratitude.

His ruff was thick around his head,
And it was white as snow.
And everywhere I tried to walk,
He was sure to go.

His brown eyes sparkled in the sun.
His tongue was long and pink.
He smiled when we were having fun.
One time I saw him wink.

He'd lay beside me in the grass,
His head upon my knee.
The joy we shared was multiplied
 When he would laugh at me.

He is deceased, but still I think
Of him when he would lay
And look at me with soft brown eyes.
I miss him every day.

-Yu/stan/kema-

There Is Beauty In All Seasons.

07 Monday Nov 2022

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Rain is falling from the sky
And leaves are twirling nearby.
I kick the dead leaves in the street
And smile at everyone I meet.

The trees are dressed in orange and red,
Their leaves respendent overhead.
A cool breeze dances through the trees
Right before a good, hard freeze. 

Bonfires are burning in the night.
Children's faces reflect the light.
Autumn brings a lot of fun
After Summer's finally done.

Fall is such a special time.
Everything is in it's prime.
Each season is God's gift to us.
Fall leaves are simply glorious.
-Yu/stan/kema-
Found on Nature addicts on 11-6-18. Taken by Michelle Steenburn. Red, White, and Blue. Also found on Facebook Timeline.

Using Your Gifts For Good.

28 Wednesday Sep 2022

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If you can play a violin,
Then make it weep and cry,
So mourners can freely grieve
When a loved one dies. 

If you can dance with pure grace
And move the human soul,
Use your gift to heal the heart
So others can feel whole.

If you can write and inspire
Lives to thrieve and grow,
Good will live after you,
Much more than you will know.

If you can paint a landscape
And bring beauty to this earth,
Use your skills and passion
To show others their worth.

If you can help the wounded
Come to terms with their past,
Use your great compassion
To show God's love can last.

-Yu/stan/kema-

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Wishes For Those In Need

28 Wednesday Sep 2022

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I wish I was a rainbow stretched across the sky.
I'd give hope to those who still need to cry.

I wish I was a sunbeam shining everywhere.
I'd give warmth and comfort when life seems hard to bear.

I wish I was a moonbeam glowing in the dark.
I'd show the way to safety while crossing the park.

I wish I was a cardinal sitting in a tree.
I'd sing songs of gladness for those in misery.

I wish I was a cool breeze on a sunny day.
I'd give relief to those at work and children at play.

If I could make a difference helping those in need,
Then they could feel God's love through every single deed.

-Yu/stan/kema-

Brother’s Ride Across The Sky.

14 Wednesday Sep 2022

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I'm sorry that your brother died.
I know you carry tears inside.
You called him " Brother" all your life.
Your sorrow cuts you like a knife.

He sheltered you from every harm
And had a certain kind of charm.
You saw his flaws but loved him so,
And it is hard to let him go.

I'm sure he's trying to impress
God with his own worthiness.
He worked hard to build a ranch
And acquired a cowboy stance.

Now it's time to say good-bye. 
He's ridden his horse across the sky.
He knows he'll see you again 
And talk with you of now and then.

-Yu/stan/kema-

The Obstacle Of Fear

14 Wednesday Sep 2022

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Love comes softly on angels' wings
And touches my shattered soul. 
I am broken beyond repair 
And grief has taken it's toll.

Where do I go when all is gone
And life has lost all meaning?
Is there a place to release my tears
And express the emotions I'm feeling?

The world can be such a lonely place
For a sensitive soul like mine.
How do you open yourself back up
To hurt and say, "I'm fine?"

The struggle to get up off the floor
Is strenuous year after year. 
How do I try to find hope again
When I have such terrible fear?

-Yu/stan/kema-

The Joys OF Fall

13 Tuesday Sep 2022

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There is a touch of Autumn
Lingering in the air.
The leaves are falling downward
And trees will soon be bare.
                                                                                           
The grass is turning yellow
And birds are on the wing.
It won't be long until
We have forgotten Spring.

The harvest moon is coming
And long walks in the woods.
We'll build a roaring campfire
And put on our jacket hoods.

Cold cheeks in late October
And the making of S'Mores
Reminds us of the wonder
Of going out-of-doors.

-Yu/stan/kema-
Found on Nature addicts on 11-6-18. Taken by Michelle Steenburn. Red, White, and Blue. Also found on Facebook Timeline.