Posted in June 2019, Monoku

Coming Home

My home patio

There’s no place like home

Monoku

Dorothy said it best: “ There’s no place like home”

I just got home from a 4 day visit to the coast, where I had a wonderful time sightseeing, spending time at the ocean beach collecting rocks and shells, meeting new people, eating great food staying at a wonderful Inn and just having a great adventure.

But, arriving home, walking into my cozy living room and relaxing on my comfy couch is the best feeling.

It’s nice to get away but it’s always good to come home.

And I am giving thanks this evening that I have a nice home to come to.

Posted in August 2014, Haiga, Haiku, Haiku Horizons Weekly Prompt

WestWard

Haiku regarding Pioneer spirit--photo of Oregon Trail
Original Poetry and Photograph by Leona J. Atkinson ©2014

This week’s Haiku prompt reminded me of my visit to the Oregon Trail Interpretive Center in Baker City, Oregon back in 2006 when I was traveling via the now, new, Oregon Trail route to reach my destination of Oregon.  I am so glad I took the time out to stop at the Center.  It was truly a wonderful time of stepping back into History as I viewed the wonderful interactive displays they have and actually got to walk down some of the original wagon ruts left from the pioneer wagon trains of long ago. What an experience that was!  I was so fortunate to be able to capture a photo!

Thus, the inspiration for my Haiku this week.  I feel the Pioneer spirit of forward movement should always be in our bones, for the Pioneers sacrificed so much for what we now enjoy today!  
Click Here  to earn more about the Oregon Trail via the Interpretive Center’s website.

Haiku Horizons  Week 26–Prompt: bones

Posted in Free Verse, November 2013, November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2013

Family Adventure

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