Posted in Double Choka

Morning Thoughts

Painted rock says Welcome with bird singing

I arose early

But not before the sun

Opening the blinds

Revealed a gray squirrel

Burying his treasures

In my plants, (little rascal)

As the coffee perked

I watched events unfold

Sleep would’ve hidden from me

Maintenence man

Digging up the dead bushes

In my back yard

Birds chattering at stray cat

Cars passing by as

My little corner of world

Awakens to another

Day of life, unknowing what it

Will bring, we all grasp it with hope

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Posted in August 2013, Rhyme

My Hands

My Hands

I am thankful for my hands.
They do so much for me each day.
They are my handy helpers,
While at work or at play.
I often don’t give them notice,
Or the credit they are due.
But they shouldn’t be taken for granted,
For its amazing to think of all they do!
So today I wrote a list,
Of how their day was spent.
From the time I rose up,
Until to bed I went.
I was pretty humbled,
To see all they did for me.
In the time frame of a day,
So much activity!
So I want to give them thanks,
And appreciation for each task.
They should never be taken for granted,
These hands who perform without bring asked !

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Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson  08-27-13

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