Entering Ketchikan
A
secluded cove.
A
pine-covered hill.
A
large white cross.
Still
waters.
Lights
in the distance.
Small
fishing boat out to sea.
Adventure
awaits.
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Entering Ketchikan
A
secluded cove.
A
pine-covered hill.
A
large white cross.
Still
waters.
Lights
in the distance.
Small
fishing boat out to sea.
Adventure
awaits.
Observing in the Observation Lounge
Sun
shone through the large window.
A
Japanese lady did Tai Chi.
Others
were reading, eating, chatting or
watching
the gentle movement of the sea.
I enjoyed
hot tea and cookies.
I
stared out the window.
The
sun sparkled on the gray ripples
which
stretched out to a gray horizon.
Waiters
stood ready to clean up
the
messes guests left behind.
We
learned if you want to keep your plate,
hang
on to it or it would be swooped up.
Somewhere
further forward, soft tunes played.
These
moments made me feel truly blessed.
Hope in the Grand Design
The
rainbow shone like a spotlight
on the
gray ripples of the sea.
The
mountains loomed
like
sleeping monsters.
The
gray clouds hovered above me.
The hope
of the rainbow overpowered
the seriousness
of the mountains
and the
gloominess of the clouds and sea,
and I
desired to shine and cheer
through
the grayness like the rainbow.
But
mountains, clouds, and sea
are
part of the grand design.
So,
when I’m not shining and cheerful,
but serious,
or even gloomy,
I know
I still have a purpose.
Glacier Bay
The
mist obscured the views today.
What
could we see in Glacier Bay?
At
least the rain no longer poured.
The
views today, the mist obscured.
Then,
in a while, a hill appeared.
We got
dressed up in winter gear.
Out on
the balcony in cozy style
A hill
appeared, then, in a while.
The
fog did clear, we were in awe.
It’s
hard to describe what we saw.
The
sun shone on the mountain near.
We
were in awe, the fog did clear.
Glacial
ice, gray, white and blue
We so
enjoyed the icy hue
The
rocky scene was worth the price.
Gray,
white and blue, glacial ice.
Skagway
Train
We
stood in line, waiting for train
An
hour plus right in the rain
We
hoped that it would soon be fine
Waiting
for train, we stood in line
At
last, all wet, we took a seat
With
windows fogged, and our cold feet
Then
saw some sights we’d not forget
We
took a seat, at last, all wet
We
heard about the days of old
When
many men came there for gold
They
suffered much, without a doubt
The
days of old, we heard about.
I stood
outside between the cars
And
held on tight to rail and bars
Was
such a pretty mountain ride
Between
the cars, I stood outside.
It’s
worth the wait, we must admit
We
took great pics of all of it
The trees,
the cliffs, the falls were great
We
must admit, it’s worth the wait
Treasure
T oday
I
R each
up to You,
E xpressing
my love and
A ppreciation
for the
S ecurity
I have in You.
U ltimately,
when my mind is troubled, I
R ely
on Your grace, love and mercy
E ach
and every day. Remind me to do that more.
Junea Excursion
With
some trepidation,
I
joined my excursion group.
I met
kind Melissa;
She’d
keep me in the loop.
It was
raining that day.
We had
to dress right,
Rain
proof coat and pants,
Warm hairband and gloves (white),
I hadn’t
been on a bike
For nearly
fifteen years.
I practiced
in the parking lot
And set
aside my fears.
So, we
were off, the twelve of us
In
line, like a train.
The
scenery was beautiful,
Even
in the rain.
We
rode along the highway
And
trails in the woods.
The
wet and cold weather
Made
us glad for hats and hoods.
We parked
bikes by a pretty lake,
Took
pictures of a glacier,
A waterfall
and golden trees,
A place
that one could savor.
I had
a few problems
With my
hair falling loose,
And my
glasses steaming up
Which
made me the caboose.
I
enjoyed the ride all in all
And I
had such fun.
But after
eight miles of it
I was
glad when we were done!