
I keep no secrets
My life is an open book
Nothing you’ll uncover
Not a thing you will discover
In cranny and nook
There’s not a hidden thing
That a “ah ha” will bring
Very transparent am I
And I never ever lie
Choka

I keep no secrets
My life is an open book
Nothing you’ll uncover
Not a thing you will discover
In cranny and nook
There’s not a hidden thing
That a “ah ha” will bring
Very transparent am I
And I never ever lie
Choka

For The Birds
Springtime Bird Group
Invites all local members
Garden Lunch Meeting
“Meet-Up in The Garden Plot—
A Spring Gathering”
Hosted by “The Friends of Feathers”
Don’t miss this Spring feast
Food will delight all songbirds
Any color or species
Choka
Looking out my patio window just now I saw so many different birds visiting my yard eating the birdseed I had put out. Previous to today there had been only a flock of Chickadees and occasionally a robin but today many different kinds descended at once together! It seemed as if someone had created a flyer advertising a free lunch in my yard! That thought inspired today’s poem 🙂

Plans are often made
From the inside looking out
Or from the outside
As someone’s looking in
What is it you see?
Two different perspectives
Are presented
In a vista from within
Or an angle from without
Choka

Tearful eyes speaking
“Goodbye my Camellia
Fairest flower of red.
Before us you were wisked
Away by a thief,
A mischievious marauder
Living in a tree
Near your fragrant scarlet blooms.
His greed became your demise.”
Choka
I just saw that pesky gray Squirrel who is a frequent visitor to my yard snatch a beautiful red blossom off my new Camilla plant I just bought!
As I watched, frozen in horror, he scurried up the tree to sit on a branch munching on it for his mid morning snack.

Grand-daughter’s nineteen.
Seven years of being a Teen.
I’ve seen the changes,
Been part of many dramas
Teen years often bring.
Prayed that she would find herself.
Been there through all the
Tears, smiles, anger and hugs.
Glad to have played a part.
Choka
My oldest grand-daughter turned 19 today!
She is a such sweet, loving girl who is growing up to be a fine young women. I am very proud of her!

Hope is a Promise,
Hold fast to it without wavering.
Hope is Living, through God’s
Mercy in Christ’s resurrection.
Hope is Grace and God.
Hope’s in you and me.
Hope is an Anchor,
That’s sure and steadfast-cling to it.
Hope is ours for the Future.
Choka
Based on scriptures: Hebrews 10:23, 1Peter 1:3, 1Peter 1:13, 1Peter 1:21, 1Peter 3:15, Hebrews 6:19, Titus 2:13

Tonight with sadness,
I shall say “Goodbye November.”
Month of gratitude,
That causes us to reflect
Upon our blessings,
And give thanks for our life.
No other month does this.
November, I shall miss you,
In December’s hectic days.
Choka

Dont you just love it
When those gray skies turn blue,
Raindrops disappear,
And inexpected sunshine
Comes shining thru,
Making a drab day turn new!
A smile can do
A very similar thing
Into life, as light it brings.
Choka
This poem was inspired by this mornings burst of sunshine! The weatherman had predicted rain and cloudy skies all day and so it was as I awoke this morning , but then, suddenly, as I sat drinking coffee staring out at the rain falling upon my patio, the rain stopped, the sun broke though the clouds, and behold! It was a new day

Stop, look around you.
Blessings come in many sizes,
How many do you see?
And how many are unseen?
Big and small blessings,
That live within your heart?
Treasure them all.
For if you have even one,
You are rich my friend!
Choka