Two More Days
Two more days, and then we will drive
Get to Mesa well and alive
With Loren in tow
Yay, no snow
Onward go
Then revive
Drove up the hill to the center
We teachers greet as we enter
Do last minute prep
Ready? Yep!
Come with pep
Remember
Share at morning circle to start
Then music, poetry and art
And then we all hike
Forts they like
Chaos spike
Be a part
Three More Days
Now three more days and then we go
Rejoicing that there is no snow
I’ll take time to pray
Plan my day
Have His way
To and fro
I planned my class, NCBC
What the kids did learn, I will see
I’ll give them a quiz
Who’s a whiz?
Will all fizz?
Woe is me
Four More Days
Now, four more days and life goes on.
And soon we’ll wonder at time gone.
Try to get things done,
Then we run.
To have fun,
We are drawn.
Sunday and we enjoyed His presence
At church, we all felt His essence
Eat lunch, but first pray
Phone call day
Come what may
TV hence
Five More Days
In five more days, we’ll start our trip
And pray the car won’t slide or slip
Excitement will grow
This I know
As we go
On the ship
Jesus, Our Promise
A common thing it is, to die.
So many think of this and sigh.
They’re left on their own,
No forever home,
Cry and moan.
God is nigh.
Sisters
Kathy Priscilla Nicholson
Loved by all her kin
Made us laugh with ease
Flooded us with memories
Judy Shannon Riley
Wasn’t often smiley
But when she was, what a joy!
For humor she did employ
Linda Susan Baehr
Should run for mayor
She keeps things in order
They need her at the border
Connie Lee Peters
Liked to join with eaters
Enthusiastic soul
Prayed for all to be whole
Karen Lynn Shannon
Spread joy like a canon
She was a great aunt
Wishes she’d grant
Poem a Day
A common thing, for me, to write
A poem a day, no matter what.
It sounds somewhat amazing, but
They do not always come out right.
With target low, I set my sight,
And write whatever keys tap out.
To practice is what it’s about,
Like athletes do their drills for strength,
I write my poems of any length,
Though may not be a common route.
