The last rose of summer
Competes with the red maple
August’s farewell
Haiku
Leona J. Atkinson 08-31-13
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
Today
Back to School time
Two grand daughters shop together
As different as night to day
I’m tired
Cinquain
Leona J. Atkinson 08-28-13
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 !
Pushed—Opened—Grabbed—Held—Pulled—Twisted—Set—Turned—Reached—Spread—Carried—Lifted—Wiped
Washed—Dried—Brushed—Tied—Turned–Typed—Pointed—Clasped—Scanned—Folded—Waved–Touched—Picked
Patted—Petted—Smoothed—Cut—Banged—Shut—Threw—Pasted—Sprinkled–Mashed—Fed—Scooped—Wrote—Texted—Rested
Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson 08-27-13
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Such a perfect day
Enjoying it on my deck
Then it starts to rain
The perfect day ends with me
Not having to water deck flowers
Tanka
Leona J. Atkinson
08-26-13
My mom’s day of birth.
She is no longer here on earth.
Heaven celebrates
Her presence within its gates.
I remember her and give thanks.
In remembrance of my Mom who was born August 25, 1915 and passed into heaven October 10, 2001
Tanka
Leona J. Atkinson 08-25-13
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