Author: Leonas Lines

A born and raised Midwesterner who traveled to Oregon in 2006 via the Oregon Trail route, fell in love with Oregon and now call it home. I am retired and pursuing my life long dream of becoming a Freelance Inspirational Writer.
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NaPoWriMo 2013, #5–Change

Posted on by Leonas Lines
Often times an unwelcome intruder,
It comes suddenly without warning,
Other times it creeps up upon us slowly.
It never seeks a welcome.
It cares not for acceptance.
Once it enters our world things are never the same again.
The only thing that can be said about it is that it is inevitable.
 It is everywhere.
We can seek to avoid it.
Try to resist it.
Pray it never comes.
But eventually, it will arrive in some way or another.
So we can accept it, make the best of it, and  move on,
Or let it embitter us so that we become stagnant products in its wake.
Our response to it is what makes the difference in the end.
Leona J. Atkinson  04-05-13
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NaPoWriMo 2013, #3–The Cry of the Gulls

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Mama said “Don’t go, dear son of mine,
I don’t want my boy in that salty brine.
Stay home and work with me instead,
Help me bake and deliver the bread.”

But oh the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
Keeps callin’ me to the sea,
But oh the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
Just won’t let me be.

“I’m sorry Mama, I just have to go,
please understand and don’t say no,
for that salty sea is beckoning me,
and it’s where I want to be.”

For the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
keeps callin’ me to the sea,
For the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
Just won’t let me be.

“Someday soon I might settle down,
to work and live in your little town,
But, right now Mama, I must go to sea,
For those Gulls keep callin’ me.”

Oh the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
Keeps callin’ me to the sea,
Oh the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
Just won’t let me be.

“Sorry Mama, I love the sea.”

Leona J. Atkinson  04-03-13

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NaPoWriMo 2013, #1–Dreams…

Posted on by Leonas Lines

Slowly, silently, now the moon fades away,
just as all my dreams have done, one by one,
and I sit here staring at a blackened sky,
wondering WHY?

Why did clouds of doubt come rolling in
and cover up my hopes within?
Just when I thought my dreams were big and bright,So within reach, a blink and they were gone,
just like the moon slowly, silently, hides behind that cloud of gray. 
Why, Why, couldn’t they stay?

The answer lies within my heart. I must learn not to doubt.
My faith tells me to trust, wait and obey,
for another dream will appear one day.

For just as the moon will rise and shine again,
so will my dreams….though I know not when.

In my Creator’s time, they will come to me,
and be fulfilled, as I do my part, to trust
and believe with my heart.

Slowly, silently the moon returns
from it’s hiding place behind the cloud.
I smile, as I rejoice in hope, for in it’s light I see,
a new dream rising up in front of me.

–Leona J. Atkinson  04-01-13