Moonlit Romance
The hazy full moon
rested in the somber blue
sky
over the reflective lake
edged by mountain
and pine silhouettes.
A long rustic dock
pointed to it all.
On the end of the dock,
young lovers
shared their first kiss.
Moonlit Romance
The hazy full moon
rested in the somber blue
sky
over the reflective lake
edged by mountain
and pine silhouettes.
A long rustic dock
pointed to it all.
On the end of the dock,
young lovers
shared their first kiss.
Having Enough
It was more than she could
bear,
this man who once had flair.
He would grab her by the collar
and would like to hear her
holler,
when no one else could hear
and she was filled with fear.
A man others would praise.
She once thought it a
phase.
She finally decided to scramble
and let him wander and
ramble.
She was worth more than
this.
She left him with a kiss.
Bearing the Cross
So on Sunday mornings,
we get dressed in our best
straighten our collars,
and drive off to church.
We participate in praise
with a band who has flair
for making a joyful noise
and leading us into
worship.
We hear the young pastor
who encourages us
to bear our cross
and follow Jesus.
Then we ramble out the
door
to our homes for a good
lunch
and quiet afternoon, wondering,
Do we really bear our
cross?
Meeting a Bear in the Woods
We, four teachers and ten children,
rambled through Ponderosa Pines.
We had put a stuffed bear
beside a tree
and had taken off the red
bow collar
so he’d become more
intimidating.
When they spotted the
bear,
we told them to make a lot
of noise
so it would hear and get
scared.
They already had a flair
for being loud.
They shouted, blew their
whistles,
and raised their arms to
look bigger.
A teacher, who was hiding
behind the tree,
grabbed the bear and ran
off.
We praised the kids for scaring
off the bear.
Playing a New Game with Guests
No reason or rhyme,
This doesn’t make sense.
Are we wasting time?
Becoming so tense.
I’m feeling grouchy.
And then comes the shame.
These feelings—ouchy!
I don’t like this game!
And then the light dawns.
Now, I understand.
Excitement not yawns,
So, let’s play again!
Our Pastor
Every Sunday he preaches
And speaks to our soul.
When it’s time to go home,
We’re feeling more whole.
Each week I’m amazed.
His sermons are great.
Such wisdom he has,
At only twenty-eight!
Nature Discovery
When working with children
Enthusiasm, I feel!
Trekking through the forest
With zest and zeal.
Seeing their excitement
Watching them play
They’re having an adventure.
Oh, what a day!
In awe of nature’s wonders
By beauty, we’re dazzled.
But then I go home
Worn out and frazzled.
A week to recharge
My batteries are low.
Then the next week,
I’m ready to go!