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Category: Free Verse
Writer’s Block
Always in Demand
Someone’s always watching me,
Or racing to beat me.
It seems they can’t live without me!
In the morning I wake them
When they tell me to,
Yet then they often get angry
And hit me!
People are always saying I move too fast,
Yet if I stop, they get upset!
I really don’t understand the logic of it all,
But then, I’m just a clock!
Free Verse
Leona J. Atkinson 11-20-13
Family Adventure
Exploring the back roads of Oregon,
my grandchildren and I end up taking an unexpected Ferry Ride
across the Williamette River.
Quite a new experience for all of us!
Later, we share thoughts, ideas and memories
as we eat lunch in a small bakery named “Leona’s”,
so named for anothers’ grandmother,
in this little town of Mt. Angel,
surrounded by vineyards and Mission State Park,
where some of Oregon’s earliest settlers lived and worked
at the Williamette Mission nearly 170 years ago.
There was a lot of history all around us just waiting to be discovered,
and our four curious minds, sought it out,
as we enjoyed spending the day together,
making history of our own.
Free Verse
Leona J. Atkinson 11-14-13
Williamette Mission State Park||Leona’s Bakery||Wheatland Ferry
Festival Park Revisited
Today I drove past the places we had been,
not too long ago,
and no one knew except me,
that the same street I was on today,
was the very one we had ridden our bikes down
that rainy day in June.
I remembered how we had gotten so soaked from the pouring rain,
that our hair dripped in our eyes,
and our shoes squished when we walked,
but we held hands and laughed,
and listened to the band play,
and we were warm and happy.
Today, it is not raining,
my shoes are dry and the sun is shining,
but there is no music
and everything seems cold and empty.
Teardrops replace the raindrops in my eyes,
because I am here, and you are not….
Free Verse
Leona J. Atkinson 11-03-13
(In Remembrance of 10-28-1989)
Child of God
As I ride the World’s Roller Coaster,
Each day offers different emotions.
One day I am “King of the Hill”,
The next I find myself at the “Bottom of the Barrel”,
Often I feel like I am “The Man in the Middle”.
But when each day’s ride is over,
I make time to talk with my Father,
And His words bring me comfort.
I find my true identity
In the truth of His words.
I am a Child of the King,
But His Kingdom is not of this world.
Free Verse
Leona J. Atkinson 08-29-13
Empty Promises
Beautiful boxes sit all around me,
Some carefully wrapped with bows.
My joy fades as I open each one,
And find them empty.
Free Verse
Leona J. Atkinson 08-24-13
Pondering Paths
I was going,
But now, I’m not.
Plans change so quickly.
Another day passes,
As I do mundane tasks.
Time passes slowly.
Days become filled
With work and school.
Minutes fly by.
Sunrises in the East.
Sunsets in the West.
Moments in between are a blur.
Life–a daily gift.
Have I used it well?
Have I shared it with others?
The Lord of days
Watches it all
And ponders…
For the ways of man are before the eyes of the LORD, And He ponders all his paths. Proverbs 5:21
Free Verse
Leona J. Atkinson 08-23-13
A Day in the World
Treated unfairly.
Rude words spoken.
Things untrue blasted.
Feelings wounded.
My spirit angry.
Head bowed low.
Reminded of the Armor.
I read the word.
I pray in the Spirit.
My shield of Faith goes up.
I stand firm in shoes of Peace.
The enemy retreats…
Leona J. Atkinson 07-14-13
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