Tag: charming

Posted in July 2015, Shadorma

Refreshing

Posted on by Leonas Lines
Ashland, Oregon--Bridge and Lithia Park--Shadorma poem
Original Poetry and Photograph by Leona J. Atkinson ©2015

On a recent road trip to Ashland, OR. my daughter and I visited Lithia Park, which is a beautiful 93 acre park in the city.  In one part of it was a charming bridge, babbling brook and children’s playground.  It was 107 degrees that day!  The water near the bridge was shallow and perfect for wading, so off came our shoes and wading we went!  Such fun and so refreshing!
It was at that point we noticed the name on the bridge was “Atkinson Memorial Bridge 1912”. 
The bridge was built as a memorial to William Atkinson who was a prominent person in the founding of the town.
Surprise!  Perhaps he is one of our ancestors! 🙂

Posted in November 2014, Tanka

Not Tellin’

Posted on by Leonas Lines
Tanka poem about a humorous experience
Original Poetry and Photograph by Leona J. Atkinson ©2014

What a reply!  I never expected that! “I’m not tellin’ ” I said!  LOL!
I met this little guy today while I was cashiering at work.
He was a bundle of energy and full of questions!
His mom must sure have her hands full with him and his brother who are twins!
But, he sure made my day and gave us all a good laugh with his reply to my question!
I just had to write this poem to hold onto the memory of him and this encounter!
🙂

Posted in Rhyme, September 2013

Aha! The Intruder

Posted on by Leonas Lines

Cat in the MeadowI hear chirping in the meadow,
I run quickly to see!
Have the little songbirds returned?
Oh really, can it be?
Am I once again to be blessed,
by the sweet, cheerful sounds,
of the little creatures singing,
among the reeds that grace the grounds?

Ah, yes, I see a flutter, a movement on a reed!
But, now the chirping sounds alarming,
And causes me to wonder indeed!
The song is not one so charming,
but one full of alarm and fright.
A clear sound of warning,
a chirp commanding quick flight!

Then, out of the corner of my eye,
I see a movement in the grass.
What is out there in the meadow?
Something that seems to trespass…

Aha! Tis the neighbor’s cat,
Seeking to find the sound that she too heard.
She left her perch whereupon she sat,
to discover the chirping bird!

Now, this story has a happy ending,
of which I am glad indeed!
For the little bird took flight,
before the cat reached it’s reed!

Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson  09-05-13