It tickles, tingles the senses the air adrift with aroma fresh, robust, and sweet sea water; she’s enraptured by the moment. Helmet attached over crimped hair, padded gloves hindering palm bruises; tightly clinched fists clinging to rope swaying, slowly in serene breeze. Sunlight dances off algae pond. Here we linger to view wild life: the [...]
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Imagination
Posted by wolfsrosebud on May 1, 2012
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April 30
I’ll continue to scribble spiritual sand here are wolfsrosebud, but today is your last opportunity to link up to Scribbling Spiritual Sand. Thanks for all who participated. God bless your blogs… Wings The world a wonder at my door and so I seek with folded hands; across the miles, beyond the sand to find the [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 30, 2012
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Come
April is National Poetry Month I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project With weak hands they tried to dismiss them; scolding the very thought they could just come. With weak hands they tried to dismiss them; displeased to think He’d have time for infants. With knowing, [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 25, 2012
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The Wind?
April is National Poetry Month I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project I’ve stared and stared at scraggly trees, while leaves flutter as twinkling stars. I’ve wondered where comes the soft breeze? Where did it start, I do not know? It twists my hair as dancing [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 12, 2012
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A Child’s Corner
Do you have a corner in the house just for a child? A place where imagination is brought to life from the book just read. Where engineering skills are learned at an early age… through discovery knowing the queen may need to do many things. Is there a place in your home… in your heart [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on November 18, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/11/18/a-childs-corner/
Season of Loss
As autumn tosses its head fling flip flick is my life hung in a tangled mess or resting in the tender arms of Jesus Christ? Sun rises later as color speckles streaks splashes against a new day; though death still visits a loved one gone. Loss has no season… Happy times have vanished mislaid misplaced [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on November 15, 2011
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First Snow
Today is season’s first snow which fell upon the last of the roses. Big chunky flakes are tumbling from grey skies. No sounds are in the woodland. Old man left for his hour and quarter commute. Not today… grease slick roads through hill and vale will slow him down. Dear Lord, watch over him one [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on November 10, 2011
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The Orphan Block
30,000 children in dusty, damp streets; dumped, abandon, ditched… vagrant at the of age three seventy-five years a social experiment the journey of life. Homeless children in cold, cruel town; waiting, puzzled, worried at the age of six reveal mercy arms Foundling Hospital give the journey of life. Adoption hopes… indentured slave servants, [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on November 8, 2011
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My Baby Grand
My baby grand is coming tomorrow and I believe the music won’t be sweet. You see my baby grand is five months old and teething. I had to laugh when his mama apologized, ahead of time, for the pain and suffer I would go through. Poor thing must have had a hard week of drooling [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on November 7, 2011
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Tamarack
The old man and I strolled through our local state park yesterday. Air was autumn crisp and the sun illuminated any leftover foliage. We hadn’t even reached the parking lot when I spotted something standing apart from the rest of nature. It was the tamarack. Tall, stately, and all aglow with brilliance for God Himself; [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on November 6, 2011
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