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I Can and Can’t

Dandelions

As I walk through this life

I can change many things

But I can’t change you

I can change my habits

But I can’t change yours

I can control my actions

But can’t control yours

I can do so many things

But only God can change you

Choka

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As Time Goes By

Pen writing “Once upon a time” on paper

Life is passing by

Enjoy the living moments

While you have time

Savor every moment

Before it is gone

Grasping all those good times

While they’re in reach

Will give you good memories

A storehouse of treasures

Choka

It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It’s called living. —Terry Pratchett

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Welcome Summertime!

Welcome Summertime yard windmill

Twenty Two days since

June arrived to bring us

Summertime again

How long we have waited

Anticipating

The sunshine to greet us

Each morning we woke

And now in the midst of it

We treasure each moment

Choka

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A Firm Foundation

Big solid rock

Earth’s tickling my feet,

Sensations surround my mind,

Running to escape, I

Keep reaching towards heaven,

Grasping above me,

Looking for a life line,

A hand reaches down,

Lifts me to another level,

Where I stand on solid rock.

Choka

On Christ, the solid rock, I stand

All other ground is sinking sand…”

from “My Hope Is Built on Nothing Less”, a Christian hymn written by Edward Mote, a pastor at Rehoboth Baptist Church in Horsham, West Sussex. Mote wrote around 100 hymns, this one, which he wrote in 1834, being the best known of his.

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Last Nights Dream

Lamp and Tamborine drawing
Drawing by Leona J. Atkinson 05-28-20

Objects left behind,

Old out dated wooden lamps

And a tamborine,

That made no sound because

It had no jingles,

Only leather cords hanging

In braids, when shaken

They made no noise at all,

In someone’s storage shed.

Choka

In my dream last night I was a worker who was part of a cleanup team that cleared out and cleaned up houses that had been recently vacated for some reason, perhaps by people moving away or from them passing on from this life.

In this one particular scene I and others in my group, who I don’t know, no one was revealed to me, came upon a storage shed that was filled with old, quality made, wooden objects, like hand carved lamps and such. One of my companions wondered if the people would be returning to take these items as they seemed to be of value, but though they were beautifully carved wood they were outdated, and I thought that might be the reason they were left behind.

At the end of the shelf I saw a tambourine, and when I picked it up it made no sound. I saw it was because it had no jingles, only braided leather ropes hanging down. I swished it back and forth but it was silent.

Then I awoke and am now pondering what this dream might mean, either for me or someone else.

One thought I had was that instruments or objects weren’t being used for the purpose they’d been created for.

The tambourine wasn’t meant to be silent. It’s jingles we’re missing rendering it useless, but why it had leather braids is still a mystery to me…

Also, the fine quality carved wood lamps were not being used for the purpose they were created for. They were being hidden in a storage unit, sitting idle in a shelf, not showing the beautiful workmanship of their creator and not shining their light as they were supposed to do.

Hmmmm… interesting thoughts…

(I tried drawing as best I could the images I saw in my dream, also now wondering if the carved diamond shapes have any meaning…)

Your comments are welcomed. Any thoughts??

Thank you.

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Summertime Saturdays

Freshly cut grass lawn

Sound of a lawnmower

The smell of freshly cut grass

Childhood memories

Of summertime mornings

And Saturday chores

Mom cleaning the whole house

Dad working in the yard

Me trying in vain to sleep in

Cus my sheets gotta be washed

Choka

Thursday is usually the day the landscapers cut the grass here in the complex where I live. Since today was a warm sunny day ( in the 70’s) I was outside tending to my plants and experienced that smell of freshly cut grass, which I love, and it also brought back some childhood memories of summertime Saturdays. 😊

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Yesterday’s Sunshine

Yesterday’s sunshine,

Was washed away overnight.

Rain clouds now I see.

What difference a day makes!

Things change so quickly.

Moments turn to memories,

Reminding me to:

Capture the sunny days,

Before they fade away.

Choka

Yesterday was 72 degrees, sunny, no wind, and a wonderful day to be outside in nature. Today is 52 degrees, rainy, chilly and cloudy. A great day to huddle inside and read or write.

Therefore, I am thankful I was able to capture some of yesterday’s sunshine in the video above as I happened to be outside in the right place at the right time! 😊

This video is now delightful to watch on this rainy cloudy chilly day that has arrived. Hope it brightens your day also wherever you may be.

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Spring in the Garden

Bird on a garden bench in Spring

On the garden bench

Listening for Sounds of Spring

The bumble of a bee

Mixed with robins chirring

Footfall on the path

The rustle of a brown squirrel

A dove’s wings flutter

Followed by dog barking

Sounds of life surround me

Choka

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The Leaves Speak of Life

Leaves of Spring plants

Leaves surround me

As I walk thru my garden,

Those of Bleeding Hearts

And Roses of all colors,

Lilacs and Lilies,

Leafy green Vincas and Ferns,

All speak to me of life,

That in the dark days of winter

Seemed lost, but was asleep.

Choka

NaPoWriMo Day 11–Prompt: significance of flowers, but I chose to write about the leaves instead as they are what are most prominent now, since many plants aren’t blooming but are leafing out.

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Cat vs Dog vs Me

Dog and Cat in a face off

An imaginary conversation between my cat Naomi and my dog Trixi.

“Sorry, wasn’t my fault!

I really didn’t mean to bite!”

Naomi meowed loudly.

“She pushed me right at you!”

“She only wanted to

Make us be friends” said Trixi

“Then why did you growl,

And snap at me? It scared me!”

“I wasn’t feeling friendly then”

“But now you are?”

Naomi indignantly hissed.

“Yes, we owe her that,

Don’t you agree, Naomi?

After all, your bite

Could’ve locked up her jaw!

We could have lost her!”

“Yes, but It still wasnt my fault!

Cats don’t want dogs for their friend!”

Double Choka

NaPoWriMo Day 7–“Prompt: “How the other tells it”

Remember an encounter with an animal.

Write a poem about the way the animal describes the encounter to its friends.

When I was about six years old I made the mistake of trying to make my newly acquired cat and my older dog to become friends.

I was holding my cat and put her up close to my feisty rat terrier dog thinking I would get them acquainted, and then hopefully they would become friends.

Just as my mom yelled at me to stop, the dog growled and snapped at the cat. The cat got scared and instead of letting her jump away free to run I held on to her and she turned on me and bit me on my cheek close to my ear.

This resulted in a very quick trip to the doctor who was a 30 minute drive away and me getting a shot of penicillin. The doctor said if mom hadn’t gotten me to him right away I might have gotten lockjaw and possibly died. This was in 1950.

I learned a hard lesson that day which I never forgot. Don’t try to force friendships on anyone, especially animals!