Poems
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Beneath the Starry Skies
Many years agoWhen I was young and mildI found my place beneath the starsI was such a timid child With a flashlight in my hand,I’d scramble down to the dockAfraid I might meet a hungry bear,Afraid someone might hear me talk I’d whisper tales to the glitterStrewn in the blackening skyTiny, blooming flowers of lightAcross the lake they’d lie And still I walk underneath them,(But I am older now)Through fields of snowy asters,And I wonder–how? How can God take a dream,One persistent part of me,Grow it into something good, andBless me with this sweet reality? With a flashlight in my hand,I cross the dewy lawn,Past the rabbit in his cage,He…
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On a Sunday Morning
This week, I have two posts set to publish on Wednesday and Saturday. How exciting–two posts in one week! Both posts are on the same topic, but one is an essay and one is a poem. I hope they both encourage you to take your thoughts captive to Christ and to worship God in a way that honors him. Today’s post is a poem. *** On Sunday mornings, when I wake up,I wonder what I’m going to wear:The orange dress with the white flowers,Or the fuscia dress with the rouched-up sleeves?Then, it’s on to hair. Up or down? Should I wear my black barette,Or my giant turquoise claw?My kids are…
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Rex Goes Outside at Night
This poem started out as a poem about our shed cat, Rex. (He’s a shed cat because we don’t have a barn, so I can’t call him a barn cat.) He lives outside with Luna and we hope helps keep the gopher population at a manageable level. By the time I wrote the second stanza of this poem, it had changed into a poem about a completely different cat–not a shed cat, like my Rex, living a wild life outside, but an indoor/outdoor cat, longing for the great outdoors, but scared out of his wits. I had a lot of fun with the rhymes in this poem, and also the…
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Piglets, the Newest Addition to Our Hobby Farm
Meet Wilbur (named by Samuel), Fluffy (named by Ruthie), and Uncle (named by me). They’re Idaho Pasture Pigs, and they’re so much fun to have around. They nibble on our boots when we come in to say hello, and Luna likes to sniff their noses when they poke them through the crack in the door. Eventually, they’ll move from the field to our plates, but for now we’re enjoying learning about their habits and petting their soft, wiry backs as they munch on grain. When we get a new “pet,” I like to write about it. So, here’s a poem about our three little piglets! Piglets Hard-nosed, snub-nosed,Rooting through the…
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Piles: A Poem for Exasperated Moms
Piles and pilesAnd piles galore,Piles all over the floor My son came homeAnd stacked up a pileOf papers returned that day My daughter stayed homeAnd built many piles Of delightful, five-year-old play The man of the houseStores his socks in a heap;I imagine things I’ll never say Really, they’re all heathens!But me?I’m perfect in every way Piles and pilesAnd piles galore,Piles all over the floor *** This post also includes something special! I had a good friend mention to me earlier this year that including an audio reading of blog posts, articles, etc. is becoming more popular online and allows more people to access information. So, without further introduction, here’s…
