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A Quiet Journey

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The soft wind brushed against my cheeks

while the sun wrapped my arms in a

blanket of warmth.

As I meandered near a cluster of pine

and deciduous trees;

I imagined walking along the

shoreline of the ocean and seeing

the rolling waves rise and tumble with

a reverberating thunderous roar.

Witnessing the water pile up and swirl

with a majestic life of its own;

I could watch and be

mesmerized by it all day long.

But no, here I am in a quiet,

tranquil place strolling along

a lonely road where in the eve

of the autumnal season

wildflowers have started

to wither and go to seed.

There is a hint of scattered,

turning leaves even though

it is summer, still.

I continued my journey

going around a bend traveling

up and down an occasional hill.

As I pass by the placid forest

I can hear the chirping of the

crickets’ unseen chorus.

Tis really an aimless venture

with no purpose but to think and

ponder. But finally, as I

strolled while getting lost

in the labyrinth of my own

contemplation,

I decided just to enjoy this

journey with a thankful heart

and a mind intent on

capturing the peacefulness

of this day as it leads into

the twilight of a gentle

and solemn conclusion.

Finally, the sun is dipping

Downward ever so softly

on the horizon;

casting a gentle pink glow

across fields and meadow.

This quiet day, indeed,

has come to a soft and gentle end.

ABC Poem: Autumn

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Autumn, aromatically sweet

Before the arrival of a blustery winter scene.

Crowning of billowing trees,

Decorated and adorned,

Emerge in vibrant, resin-scented leaves.

Foliage overhead of lemon,

Green, mango-orange, and shades of gold.

Hovering sphere of light

In the deep sea-blue sky

Journeys from dawn to the arrival of dusk;

Kaleidoscope of sunlight brilliance

Luminating the marbled planet while

Marching on in measured time from

New moon to full moon and from

Onset of each new year and new season; its’

Pathway determined in ancient times.

Quivering rays of stretching sunbeams

Reach the autumn forest filled with

Swaying boughs of leaf-laden trees;

Translucent rays brightly display

Unified and blended scene

Vivid in rich hues of harmony

While the cooler wind softly blows.

X-ray vision silently reveals

Yellow, orange, and green veins hidden in minute

Zig-zag stripes in the cluster of autumn leaves

Now gently falling and floating in the

Softly flowing breeze.

Ascend

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Last night, I let my heart and mind

Sink low into futile depths

of hopeless misery

as the streaming sun

 dipped down

Below the far-off horizon;

under the darkened forest

Of resin-scented trees.

But today, I awoke and did rise

To watch that ancient orb of light

Climb steadily upward

filling the sapphire sky

over the same forest now

Richly crowned in brilliant jewels:

Golden, amber, and hints of

Ruby red autumn leaves.

So, with a prayer to the Lord,

Creator of heaven and earth,

And hope I heard from

 his everlasting word,

I let my mind and heart

ascend

to the awesome

heights and wonders of

God’s never-ending kingdom:

Filled with His

Glory, splendor, and majesty.

Waves

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Waves of emerald and deep forest green;

Swaying branches of leaf-foliage trees.

Along the forest’s grassy ledge

Encroaching and clinging the river’s edge

That quiet, rippling stream.

Waves of foam rolling in the ocean breeze;

Roaring and rising high above the salty sea.

Only to stumble and fall into the watery abyss

To dissipate beneath the ocean’s crest

Until no longer visible; no longer seen.

 Lonesome waterfowl glides ever so silently

Over the swelling waves of the sea

Searching for a place to rest

With eyes so keen and wings outspread

Until his journey is complete.

Waves of time sift unswervingly

Through the furrowed land and turbulent sea;

Its’ silent resounding echo cannot be heard

Yet time’s unseen presence affects all life on earth

Until it is swallowed by eternity.

The Appearance of Spring

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There was a southern gentle breeze

That softly whispered and flowed

Sifting the twigs and branches of leafless trees

In the forest and across the meadow.

Patches of wilted brown grass

Appeared here and there

As snow and ice, like broken glass,

Cracked, melted, and disappeared.

Singing birds tweeted and serenaded;

Their chirping tunes filling the tingly warm air.

While a shimmering sun displayed

More land; though still empty and bare.

Then did I not see a few blades of green?

Oh yes, I did! Thank you, Lord for the

Sweet appearance of Spring.

Becky’s Pantoum: Somewhere Deep inside the Forest

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Somewhere deep inside the forest

Like sky-scraping statues stood a cluster of trees.

While the evergreens remained firm and steadfast,

Leafy limbs swayed in the whispering breeze.

Like sky-scraping statues stood a cluster of trees

As two chattering squirrels scurried about;

Leafy limbs swayed in the whispering breeze

While they clamored and climbed the forking boughs.

As two chattering squirrels scurried about

Spying enticing acorns dangling way up high;

 While they clamored and climbed the forking boughs,

The squirrels scampered toward the sunlit sky.

Spying enticing acorns dangling way up high

While the evergreens stood firm and steadfast,

The squirrels scampered toward the sunlit sky

Somewhere deep inside the forest.

Softly Spring Descends

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As warmer weather surrounds

And caresses the rotating earth

The scent of spring permeates

The air in the season of renewal and rebirth.

The forests, the meadows, the rolling

Hills and the wildflower fields

Are elegantly robed in a canopy of

Emerald green; earth’s lush cover shield.

Tweeting and chirping, twittering

And trilling; oh how the songbirds love to sing.

Whether at the break of early dawn or in the orange

Twilight, nature’s choir joyously rings.

A walk through the forest in the midst

Of a sun drenched and warm afternoon

Through the lakeside cluster of trees where

A distinct honk is heard of a lone wandering goose.

And the chirps of crickets and frogs echo in the trees

 Which are softly clothed in new budding leaves.

Following a hidden and narrow rutted path

Up and down the forested hillside

Gazing far into the horizon where

The tips of treetops meet the sapphire blue sky.

The welcomed warmth of the glowing sun

Wraps itself around like a cloak of security

As if to hold me sure and steadfast

While strolling by the quietly lapping sea.

I strain to see distant images of

 Ducks and other visiting waterfowl

Who silently rest upon the lake

And along the flowing ripples remain afloat.

Meanwhile the southerly and gentle breeze

Rustles the swaying branches speaking to me.

The blowing wind gusts louder and

Stronger reaching a frenzied climax

Before quieting to whisper

After its high-pitched performance.

I couldn’t help but wonder, “What message is the

Shifting wind trying to convey to me?”

As I strolled contentedly over the hills and

Through the softly swishing trees.

I imagined the wind to reply, “It is spring;

A season of new blessings and a fresh new start.

See and remember this quiet journey through

 The forest and keep it in your heart.”

Then all too soon this day’s trek through

The countryside abruptly ends

But not before remembering that a new day

 And another journey will soon begin.

Writing 101 Day 3: Hunting for a Hidden Treasure

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One day, I and a friend went on a

Wild journey; a new adventure.

We hoped to find a geocache

Container, a well hidden treasure.

The dirt road we traveled on was

So rugged and so very rough

That like sizzling popcorn, we

Were jostled and tossed.

For we had traversed far into the

Thick woods; a deep mountain forest

Where the tall, green needled

Pines sturdily towered over us.

And along the windy and increasingly

Treacherous dirt road,

My friend and I continued on as

We determinedly drove.

With each bump and turn, I tumbled

And jumbled in my truck seat;

Never, ever had I journeyed on

A rougher, obstacle-strewn street.

Gravel, rocks, boulders, and

Gouges in the road galore all

Took their toll making my body sore.

I bounced so high that on the

Ceiling, I hit my head.

Now, how I wish I

Could just go back to bed.

Thankfully, our tree branch and

Bush battered vehicle did not break

But oh wow, what a way to

Get a throbbing headache.

And as we still jarringly tumbled along,

I felt compelled to finally ask,

“Are we really doing all

This just for a geocache?”

The dirt road before us continued

To sharply narrow and bend

As we wondered if we’d

Really find the end.

But we did come to a halt

And to quietly rest

Upon a grassy hillside;

A gentle crest.

Then by foot we continued

To journey along the way

Hoping that our gps will

Not lead us astray.

So we then arrived deeper

In the mountain forest green

And found ourselves surrounded

By an unusual rock formation.

The boulders loomed above us

And with perfect swirls etched in deep

While encircled by the forest trees.

It seemed as if God had reached

Down to carve a perfect design

In this cluster of white rocks mostly

Hidden from man and time.

It was a hidden place of beauty

Which most people will never see

Unless they are as adventurous

As my dear friend and me.

And wouldn’t you know as we hunted

And searched among the rocks and boulders,

We completed our adventurous task: we

Found the geocache, the hidden container.

But honestly as I and my dear friend have

Embarked on many of these geocaching adventures,

We’ve learned to cherish the forest, the wildlife, and

All of nature for that is the true hidden treasure.

Writing 101 Day 2: Oh the Things I do Enjoy

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Waking up in the morning

To find a sun-filled day

And wondering what beauty

God will show me along the way.

Strolling in the quiet forest

Or along a flowing stream;

Hearing twittering birdsong

And feeling the gentle breeze.

Walking along a quiet path

and seeing new flowers blooming;

my favorite daisies to find

are the slender black-eyed Susans.

Traveling in the autumn and

Also in the late spring;

To see the altering landscape

During the changing seasons.

Stopping to rest and to think

At a tranquil and quiet place;

Spending some moments in prayer

And staying near to God in enduring faith.

Journeying through the day

From early morning to late night

And knowing that Jesus stays with me;

Always in my heart and at my side.

Hearing the phone ring and

And talking to family or a friend.

Although I am a quiet person,

I often don’t want the call to end.

Visiting family or close friends

When I have that chance to go

Sometimes I cannot travel far

Because of weather and especially snow.

Resting in bed, writing, or

Reading a new novel;

Sometimes science fiction

And then a good mystery to follow.

Laying quietly in bed at the

End of a long working day

Remembering Jesus stays near

And promises to forever stay.

Becky’s Cinquains; Mountains, Woods, and Flower

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While following a poetry challenge book, I was told to write a cinquain and so I wrote three of them. This is a poem written in 5 lines. The first line is a one word title which must be a noun. The second sentence contains two adjectives describing the title of the poem. The third line consists of three verbs ending in “ing” which relate to the title and the fourth line is a phrase also describing the title. And finally, the last line is a one word noun which is a synonym for the title of the poem.

Mountains

Rocky, rugged

Climbing, Hiking, Sightseeing

Surrounded by forest greenery

Bighorns

Woods

Leafy, green

Hiking, walking, strolling

Towering trees and chirping birds

Forest

Flower

Vibrant, colorful

Sprouting, growing, blooming

Blossoms in the springtime

Tulip