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WILDLIFE'S CHORUS
By Kat
WILDLIFE’S CHORUS
Grrr... echoes the lusty growl,
closely its followed by a howl.
Deep in the woods laughter rings,
in their own way, wildlife sings.
Suddenly a screech is heard,
then twitters from another bird.
A whistle sounds bright and clear.
then a scream resonates quite near.
The wildlife’s chorus abounds,
growls, howls, laughs, of animal sounds.
Screeches, twitters, whistles are heard,
then loud screams from the biggest bird.
Because of the wildlife, God made,
we’re able to hear their serenade.
Let’s remember when we hear them sing,
to give God our thanks for everything!
WILDLIFE’S CHORUS
Grrr... echoes the lusty growl,
closely its followed by a howl.
Deep in the woods laughter rings,
in their own way, wildlife sings.
Suddenly a screech is heard,
then twitters from another bird.
A whistle sounds bright and clear.
then a scream resonates quite near.
The wildlife’s chorus abounds,
growls, howls, laughs, of animal sounds.
Screeches, twitters, whistles are heard,
then loud screams from the biggest bird.
Because of the wildlife, God made,
we’re able to hear their serenade.
Let’s remember when we hear them sing,
to give God our thanks for everything!
KIDS SAY THE DARNEST THINGS
Like Art Linkletter always said. So here's a story you might enjoy.
See the first reply.
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POEM
This is early I know, but I decided to post it while I was thinking about
it. I wanted to honor my granddaughter, Teelyn, whom I wrote this
poem for many years ago. In a few short months she’ll be 15. How time
flies! She lost her dad in October. Please pray for her!
HER FIRST VALENTINE
By Kat
When I think about it,
it can still make me laugh.
Remembering the day
she was two and a half.
She heard me call her name,
as I opened the door.
Her voice, filled with excitement,
like never before.
My heart swelled up,
bursting love, always the same,
She came bouncing down each step,
as she called my name.
“Gamma, Gamma, Gamma,
I have a surprise!”
Hugging my legs,
she looked up with smiling eyes.
She thrust something into my hand,
“This is for you.”
She looked at me proudly,
love light shining through.
It was a valentine,
with a puppy colored pink,
The scribbles on it
symbolized her name, I think.
Still, hanging on my “frig”,
I see it every day,
It tells its own story
more than these words can say.
We have a mutual admiration society,
My golden-hared, blue eyed,
granddaughter and me!
it. I wanted to honor my granddaughter, Teelyn, whom I wrote this
poem for many years ago. In a few short months she’ll be 15. How time
flies! She lost her dad in October. Please pray for her!
HER FIRST VALENTINE
By Kat
When I think about it,
it can still make me laugh.
Remembering the day
she was two and a half.
She heard me call her name,
as I opened the door.
Her voice, filled with excitement,
like never before.
My heart swelled up,
bursting love, always the same,
She came bouncing down each step,
as she called my name.
“Gamma, Gamma, Gamma,
I have a surprise!”
Hugging my legs,
she looked up with smiling eyes.
She thrust something into my hand,
“This is for you.”
She looked at me proudly,
love light shining through.
It was a valentine,
with a puppy colored pink,
The scribbles on it
symbolized her name, I think.
Still, hanging on my “frig”,
I see it every day,
It tells its own story
more than these words can say.
We have a mutual admiration society,
My golden-hared, blue eyed,
granddaughter and me!
POEM
GRANDMA'S HANDS
Author Unknown
Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench.
She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.
When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence
and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.
Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her
at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and
looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she
said in a clear voice strong.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here
staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I
explained to her."
"Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked. "I mean really
looked at your hands?"
I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them
over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really
looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making..
Grandma smiled and related this story:
"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they
have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though
wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my
life to reach out and grab and embrace life."
"They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the
floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child,
my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and
pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when
he went off to war."
"They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were
uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated
with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and
loved someone special."
"They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried
my parents and spouse."
"They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors,
and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand."
"They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and
cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent
and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything
else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and
again continue to fold in prayer."
"These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of
life."
"But. more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out
and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to
His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."
I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God
reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home.
When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my
children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked
and caressed and held by the hands of God.
I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my
face.
When you receive this, say a prayer for the person who sent it to
you, and watch God's answer to prayer work in your life. Let's
continue praying for one another.
Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both.
Passing this on to one not yet considered a friend is something Christ
would do.
I GOT THIS FROM AN EMAIL FRIEND AND THOUGHT IT WAS WORTH
PASSING ON. ENJOY AND BE BLESSED.
Kat
Author Unknown
Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench.
She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.
When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence
and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.
Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her
at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and
looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she
said in a clear voice strong.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here
staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I
explained to her."
"Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked. "I mean really
looked at your hands?"
I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them
over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really
looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making..
Grandma smiled and related this story:
"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they
have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though
wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my
life to reach out and grab and embrace life."
"They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the
floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child,
my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and
pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when
he went off to war."
"They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were
uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated
with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and
loved someone special."
"They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried
my parents and spouse."
"They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors,
and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand."
"They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and
cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent
and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything
else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and
again continue to fold in prayer."
"These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of
life."
"But. more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out
and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to
His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."
I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God
reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home.
When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my
children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked
and caressed and held by the hands of God.
I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my
face.
When you receive this, say a prayer for the person who sent it to
you, and watch God's answer to prayer work in your life. Let's
continue praying for one another.
Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both.
Passing this on to one not yet considered a friend is something Christ
would do.
I GOT THIS FROM AN EMAIL FRIEND AND THOUGHT IT WAS WORTH
PASSING ON. ENJOY AND BE BLESSED.
Kat
CAUGHT IN THE ACT
By Kat
Susan glanced behind once more before quietly pushing open the largest door in the house. She had only a few seconds to search her employer’s office before risking detection. Her eyes were immediately drawn to a hand written note sitting in the middle of his desk.
As she slipped inside, flashlight in hand, she thought about the day she’d arrived in the city, just out of college and needing a job desperately. She’d bought the daily newspaper; taking it into the coffee shop to pore over the help wanted ads. One ad peaked her interest which said.
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Susan glanced behind once more before quietly pushing open the largest door in the house. She had only a few seconds to search her employer’s office before risking detection. Her eyes were immediately drawn to a hand written note sitting in the middle of his desk.
As she slipped inside, flashlight in hand, she thought about the day she’d arrived in the city, just out of college and needing a job desperately. She’d bought the daily newspaper; taking it into the coffee shop to pore over the help wanted ads. One ad peaked her interest which said.
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LISTEN TO YOUR HEART
By Kat
Sally had slept very little since his long awaited call. It would be their first time together since they’d gone their separate ways so many years ago. Although she longed to see him again, to hold him close and look into his beautiful eyes, foreboding thoughts held her captive.
What will he think of me? Can he forgive me? Will he understand? How should I act? What can I say? Questions nagged her conscience while guilt robbed her peace.
She turned on the t.v. flicking through the channels in rapid succession. Nothing interested her, except thoughts of him... her first love. Since he’d been in her life there were others, still none could take his place.
Oh, my darling, you’ll never know how much I’ve loved you all these years, she thought as pent up emotions burst forth in racking sobs. How can I ever forgive myself for letting you go? My parents said I was too young... I had my whole life ahead of me; they told me others would come along. I listened to them but, too late I realized, you need to listen to your heart!
Glancing at the clock she discovered he’d be there in less than an hour. We’ll be together again! she thought. Her heart leaped with happy anticipation mixed with fear at the thought of seeing him after so many years. She rushed to the bathroom for what seemed like the hundredth time. Looking into the mirror she checked her make up and fluffed her hair. She had spent hours preparing herself for tonight. She’d even shopped for a special dress to wear just for him. She wanted to look her best! It had been so long time since she’d been this excited about seeing anyone.
The buzzer rang; when she answered the intercom she heard a deep voice asking, “Is that you, Sally?”
“Yes, I’ll buzz you in.”
She heard the elevator door close, footsteps coming down the hall, then a soft tap. She rushed to the door flinging it open. Looking up she saw his handsome, smiling, face. Then she noticed his sparkling eyes, that she remembered so well.
“Oh, Allen, you can’t imagine how long I’ve been waiting for this day.” Before she could say another word, he gave her a big, bear hug, almost lifting her off her feet.
“I know it’s been a long time. I’ve been waiting for this day as long as I can remember. This is Stacy...” he said as he took the hand of a beautiful young girl, who had been standing back. She’s my fiancee, who helped me find you.”
Stacy’s beaming smile brightened up the room. “You’re all Allen’s been talking about for months.” she said. “Although he’s had a great home and parents, he needed to meet his birth mother.”
“I’m so happy he did! I’ve been hoping for this day for years! The others should be here, soon. Your brothers and sisters can hardly wait to meet their big brother!”
500 Words
Sally had slept very little since his long awaited call. It would be their first time together since they’d gone their separate ways so many years ago. Although she longed to see him again, to hold him close and look into his beautiful eyes, foreboding thoughts held her captive.
What will he think of me? Can he forgive me? Will he understand? How should I act? What can I say? Questions nagged her conscience while guilt robbed her peace.
She turned on the t.v. flicking through the channels in rapid succession. Nothing interested her, except thoughts of him... her first love. Since he’d been in her life there were others, still none could take his place.
Oh, my darling, you’ll never know how much I’ve loved you all these years, she thought as pent up emotions burst forth in racking sobs. How can I ever forgive myself for letting you go? My parents said I was too young... I had my whole life ahead of me; they told me others would come along. I listened to them but, too late I realized, you need to listen to your heart!
Glancing at the clock she discovered he’d be there in less than an hour. We’ll be together again! she thought. Her heart leaped with happy anticipation mixed with fear at the thought of seeing him after so many years. She rushed to the bathroom for what seemed like the hundredth time. Looking into the mirror she checked her make up and fluffed her hair. She had spent hours preparing herself for tonight. She’d even shopped for a special dress to wear just for him. She wanted to look her best! It had been so long time since she’d been this excited about seeing anyone.
The buzzer rang; when she answered the intercom she heard a deep voice asking, “Is that you, Sally?”
“Yes, I’ll buzz you in.”
She heard the elevator door close, footsteps coming down the hall, then a soft tap. She rushed to the door flinging it open. Looking up she saw his handsome, smiling, face. Then she noticed his sparkling eyes, that she remembered so well.
“Oh, Allen, you can’t imagine how long I’ve been waiting for this day.” Before she could say another word, he gave her a big, bear hug, almost lifting her off her feet.
“I know it’s been a long time. I’ve been waiting for this day as long as I can remember. This is Stacy...” he said as he took the hand of a beautiful young girl, who had been standing back. She’s my fiancee, who helped me find you.”
Stacy’s beaming smile brightened up the room. “You’re all Allen’s been talking about for months.” she said. “Although he’s had a great home and parents, he needed to meet his birth mother.”
“I’m so happy he did! I’ve been hoping for this day for years! The others should be here, soon. Your brothers and sisters can hardly wait to meet their big brother!”
500 Words
A LITTLE BIT ABOUT ME
MIZKAT
By Kat
You wonder how I got my name?
Well this may sound a little lame.
Although I’ve always been a Kat,
Miz came to me years after that.
Miz Kat is abbreviated,
My real name, but understated.
Also, it’s been turned around,
To make it have a special sound.
Miz got first place when I was free,
Kat’s always been here cause it’s me!
Mrs. to Ms. How things have changed!
A life that’s turned; been rearranged,
Now, you’ve heard my story of Miz Kat,
About how I’ve changed from this to that.
I wrote it in a whimsical way,
Hoping it helps to brighten your day!
Written: September 27, 2007
I thougt this was a good way to introduce myself
to this group. It tells a little bit about me anyway.
By Kat
You wonder how I got my name?
Well this may sound a little lame.
Although I’ve always been a Kat,
Miz came to me years after that.
Miz Kat is abbreviated,
My real name, but understated.
Also, it’s been turned around,
To make it have a special sound.
Miz got first place when I was free,
Kat’s always been here cause it’s me!
Mrs. to Ms. How things have changed!
A life that’s turned; been rearranged,
Now, you’ve heard my story of Miz Kat,
About how I’ve changed from this to that.
I wrote it in a whimsical way,
Hoping it helps to brighten your day!
Written: September 27, 2007
I thougt this was a good way to introduce myself
to this group. It tells a little bit about me anyway.
HOLE IN THE HEART
By Kat
Have you ever had a hole in your heart?
A hole that keeps you
from eating?
from growing?
from dreaming?
A hole that gets larger... because
it’s full of despair
which keeps you awake
that makes you weep
and finally you don’t care?
One day I was watching a movie and a girl
was explaining about this guy who had a
hole in his heart. I thought it was a good
name for a poem... so this is what I came
up with about how a hole in the heart
could or mgiht affect a person.
Have you ever had a hole in your heart?
A hole that keeps you
from eating?
from growing?
from dreaming?
A hole that gets larger... because
it’s full of despair
which keeps you awake
that makes you weep
and finally you don’t care?
One day I was watching a movie and a girl
was explaining about this guy who had a
hole in his heart. I thought it was a good
name for a poem... so this is what I came
up with about how a hole in the heart
could or mgiht affect a person.
