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Black & White Photo Challenge: Ground

Published June 18, 2015 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

In response to: Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Ground

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‘Working the GROUND in Colorado. Time to prepare the gardens for planting.’
Photo by: Kathleen Stevens/2015

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My Garden

Published August 23, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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I feel the need
to grow something living;
I chose tomatoes, green beans,
parsley and dill,
three types of peppers,
basil, onions, and
two types of squash,
and a bunch of kale.
I bought the best dirt,
and bright colored windsocks,
and hung from the trees
many wind chimes for me.
I love the sounds of all the birds
singing though-out the day,
but I hope to keep them from feasting
on my soon ripening treats.
Watching them grow
brings me great joy,
I am keeping my fingers crossed
that they don’t die,
due to birds, pests,
or dried up soil;
Wish me luck!!

A Living Journey

Published August 7, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Commence our journey

With our childhood dreams,

Short-lived, all too soon set free,

Drifting on wind’s breath,

Loosely held,

Slightly possessed,

Once in wit’s play,

Once determined to embark – yet,

Eventually, slowly

One by one, we let them go.

But, with reflection

Our journey’s travel

Will later discover

Childhood dreams emerging forth,

Uncovered, found, laid bare,

Not forgotten, in wit’s play,

Our journey, ourchildhood dreams

To embark.

Captured Heart

Published July 5, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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My heart is captured

By new hopes- with dreams

Wished upon the falling stars;

I embrace them near,

With anticipation,

With promise –

They arise true;

Holding them tight,

Not letting them steal away,

Not allowing disappointment

Or sorrow;

With a open heart –

I search the sunbeams,

And moon shadows,

I cling to my dreams.

Journey

Published July 1, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Commence our journey

With our childhood dreams,

Short-lived, all too soon set free,

Drifting on wind’s breath,

Loosely held,

Slightly possessed,

Once in wit’s play,

Once determined to embark – yet,

Eventually, slowly

One by one, we let them go.

But, with reflection

Our journey’s travel

Will later discover

Childhood dreams emerging forth,

Uncovered, found, laid bare,

Not forgotten, in wit’s play,

Our journey, ourchildhood dreams

To embark.

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