Teens
Coming of age
with its feelings,
up and down
Discovering life
Experimenting
Searching
Exploring
Making mistakes
Learning
Growing
Grieving, laughing
Sometimes simultaneously
Wondering if you’re the only one
Glad when you find you’re not
Camaraderie of best friends
Yes, we’ll make it!
Finding that sixties
are about the same.
The Artist Speaks
God speaks to us by autumn’s bright display
With vibrant colors rising off the charts
So may we hear by faith and seeking hearts
An Artist with some loving things to say
A simple green canvas is where He starts
God speaks to us by autumn’s bright display
The change is subtle, like an evening play
He chooses who will play the needed parts
So may we hear by faith and seeking hearts
The colors grow more vibrant every day
Till peak is reached, then each brown leaf departs
God speaks to us by autumn’s bright display
And even though we’d like the fall to stay
So soon the wintery weather has its starts
So may we hear by faith and seeking hearts
Through Seasons of our lives He shows the way
The Lord our God is master of the Arts
God speaks to us by autumn’s bright display
So may we hear by faith and seeking hearts
The Next One
Finishing up a
trip.
To Wisconsin,
we did roam.
A thousand more
miles,
and soon we
will be home.
But it won’t be
long,
when I’m
folding up my clothes,
I’ll get that
restless feeling
that starts
down in my toes.
My suitcase
will be calling
to put my
clothes in there.
An adventure
awaits,
but now, I
don’t know where.
Family Reunion
Concludes
Goodbye, Lake
Geneva
My family had
fun here
So soon we’re
leaving ya
Goodbye Lake
Geneva
Family, we’ll
be seeing ya
I’ll try not to
shed a tear
Goodbye, Lake
Geneva
My family had
fun here
Family Reunion
Sorry, I
haven’t been writing.
This may be
exciting.
Poeming from my headtop.
Keep on going till I stop.
Riding down the highway
Somewhere in Ioway.
Headed toward a Wisconsin lake.
How much time will it take?
With five hours down, four to go,
Some are fast and some are slow.
Four carloads of Shannon clan
With 3 folks coming in by plane.
Keeping track with family Whatsapp
GPS and a Google map.
“Where are you?” I asked Sis, who is sly.
“Just passed a cornfield,” was her reply.
Portal
P ositioned between one
place and another
O pen, inviting
R eady to facilitate transformation.
T ransforming from past
to future, old to new
A ssisting in life’s
journey
L ord Jesus, You are
Heaven’s portal
The River’s Shore
We walked down a dirt
road
past shabby houses
built on stilts, and
then stepped
on planks of boards
which kept our feet
out of the mud.
This led us to a dock
where long, narrow
wooden boats awaited
with roofs that
sheltered us from the sun.
As we stepped from dock
to boat
the Peruvian guide
held out his hand
and with a smile
greeted us
to the Nanay River.
His nephew manned the
motor
and soon we sped
to wide open spaces
of the Amazon.
