I am a wish, a prayer, from mortals lips
That reached heaven and touched God’s fingertips
And returned to earth wrapped in flesh and blood
A gift from God’s unconditional love
So love and cherish me as God does you
And guide and teach me well in all I do
And through the years a garden we will grow
Filled with the fragrant beauty of the rose
And on the day I reach maturity
And feel the need like leaves to leave the tree
To show the world the colors that are me
Rejoice in all the beauty that you see
For I am your child the gift that God gave
No More than a wish and a prayer - away.
Author: Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2011
A Child's Thanksgiving Prayer
Lord, I thank thee as I sit to eat,
For mashed potatoes that I helped to make.
And thanks, dear Lord, we're having something sweet.
Besides the beets and peas, there's pies and cake!
I thank thee for the sweet potatoes too
‘Cause Mom put tiny marshmallows on top.
They melted into white and taste goo;
Bless Mom, this time her cooking didn't flop!
And thanks, dear Lord, my cousins came today.
I only get to see them once a year.
It snowed, and so we're going out to play.
Only my aunt Ruthie isn't here.
I'm glad she caught a cold. Forgive me, Lord.
It's just she talks so much we kids get bored.
A Dad's Thanksgiving Prayer
Thanks, Lord, for this day of our Thanksgiving.
I've got a nice long weekend thanks to thee,
Starting with what I call really living-
Football on TV for me to see.
I'm thankful for this turkey on the table,
And for my wife, who bought it at the store
Even though she had to read the label
On how to cook the thing and even more . . .
Because this was her first time hosting dinner,
There was a lot my poor wife had to learn.
But the pumpkin pie turned out to be a winner,
And the gravy(which I love), she didn't burn!
And praise to thee, my kid is not as bad
As those that my wife's sister Annie had.
A Mom's Thanksgiving Prayer
I thank thee, Lord, for this Thanksgiving Day,
For helping hands to clear away this mess;
For snow to tempt the kids outside to play;
For all my family and the meal's success.
I haven't seen my sisters in a while.
Though Ruthie's gone, I'm glad we all can chat.
The men are in the den. Each wears a smile.
They're chugging Buds and happy getting fat.
I'm thankful too that Mom and Dad are here.
They're taking all the kids to see a show
Tomorrow while the men are drinking beer.
I hope nobody gets into a row!
Bless Mom and Dad. The kids will have them hopping
(Especially Annie's kids) while we're out shopping!
For PD's "Gobble, Gobble, Gobble.. any food, thanksgiving
or turkey poem CONTEST.. Poetry Contest"
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
We praise You for the mysterious sea
We fear Your glorious Name above all Names
More than the sharpness of shark fangs
We will forever sing of Your glory.
Oh, Architect of all Earth’s beauty,
King above all kings that reign,
Deliverer from our every chain,
You are so ever praiseworthy!
Your Son died and rose again,
He holds the keys to Your kingdom,
His blood washes clean our every sin.
Behold the Spirit He said You would send,
No one surpasses Him in wisdom,
He is our ever-present friend.
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014
Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way
For Kim Patrice Nunez*, with hope
Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way
Let your wheels skid by letting loose grip on wheel
Free verse range’s for marksmen trained on rondolet*
Dipodic foot pantun villanelle dactyl
Cut their teeth on the slippery run-on-line
Roll their anaepest tongue round limerick rhyme
Do not a ballad begin with aubade fine
Nor drive straight past end-stopped line’s feminine rhyme
Such as painters’ coprophilia canvasses
Hide chance ironic hidden ghostly faces
Cubist abstract surrealist morasses
Whose apprenticeships lead to trumping aces
Far too many poets love the sound of words
Yet shirk bardic tasks speeding on twisted roads
* Nunez: Sorry, no tilde over the “n” on my Mac.
• rondolet: French pronunciation rhymes with “way”.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015
I had a dream that there appeared to me
a little girl whose hands I touched were silk.
Her tender eyes belied the purity
of angels, and her skin was white as milk.
She said, “In your despair, I heard your call
for comfort, which I’ve come to bring to you.
My hands do not look strong, for they are small,
but used in prayer, there’s much that they can do.”
Before me, in the darkness of that night,
with palms upturned, she gently closed her eyes,
and as she prayed, I saw a stream of light
shine down with myriads of butterflies.
I woke most splendidly refreshed in bed
to see a monarch flutter near my head.
Written 12/20/13 by Andrea Dietrich
and Based on Visual #7 in nette onclaud's WITH THESE HANDS Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
Compassion’s finger strums another note,
He listens as the angels start to sing,
Recalling lines from what apostles wrote,
Indwells the spirit held by Heaven’s king.
Succinctly spoken leaving soul in tune,
The gifts we need are never under trees,
Mosaic mustard seeds lit by the moon,
Aspires our gaze and prayers on bending knees.
Submits himself to love and sounds of grace,
Mistrust no longer drowns and mutes his heart,
United song with Christ, him to erase
So many sins in mercy to impart.
In essence, life and hope beyond today.
Contrasts the world, as it dissolves away.
Contest: A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
Sponser: Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015
(A Vondelet Sonnet Variation)
When clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain,
as angels whisper crimson, blue and green
to bring a Spring of promise, wild with gain,
while sister states hold down a strong desire
for smell of raindrop pelts on dry terrain;
our windshield wipers sing a break-dance song
cocooned within a vacuum too arcane
when clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain.
Yet now we join our neighbors’ glum refrain
to pray for moisture measured to prolong;
our plants show wilted heads bent down in pain
while air, intense with heat, forecasts a fire.
As angels whisper crimson, blue and green,
the earth greens up as winter hides again,
when clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
When others are in need,
kind words straight from the heart
and prayers are just a start.
The Lord wants us to feed
His sheep in word AND deed.
We all should do our part.
Those trapped in poverty,
those on the streets at night,
and those who feel the bite
of loneliness don't see
to change their dismal plight.
They'll know how much we care
when tangibles join prayer.
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2015
Kindness Is Fruit One May Easily Give
Give kind words to one in desperate need
till the hungry ground for a fertile crop.
A life can be saved by casting that seed
yielding forth sweet fruits that may never stop.
Each new day, look for the good to be done
by shining light on others in dark night.
Salvation tis' not measured by the ton
but by the greatness of pure love's bright light.
Planting hope's first crop and seeing it grow
often the greatest treasure one may find.
Do that for faith and love, and not for show
be thee blessed and rewarded in kind.
Kindness is fruit one may easily give.
True journey and path to forever live.
R. J. Lindley
Aug. 12th 1976
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 112
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
Lord,let my legs move,
so i can walk to the middle of the ring,
let my arms work hard
to gather many points.
Lord,let my ears hear,
so i can listen to my coach,
lt my waist bend,
to move from the punches.
Lord, let my eyes see,
so that i can look into my opponets eyes.
let my mind think
of what to do next.
Lord, let my heart beat
to keep me pushing myself further
let my lungs breathe
to keep me alert and ready.
Lord, let me stay positive,
so the end is a mystery,
let me stay safe,
to walkout of the ring.
Lord, let me try my best,
so that i know i put 110%
let my coach be surprised in the end,
to know that i've come out on top again
Copyright © Victoria King | Year Posted 2012
My First Hex Sonnetta
Sweet Angel Jessica
Sonnetta the Witch
She lived far away from the village below
Deep in the woods, high up in the sky
Where mountain mists flutter on by
She was an old skinny lady of a strange persona
There were rumors in the village center
That she was witch who called herself Sonnetta
The children all cowered around mother’s legs
When Sonnetta would come to trade her herbal dregs
It was said she could turn people to frogs
Her brews could make men tremble and shiver like dogs
She carried a wand disguised as cane
Her wrinkled old nose told you she was surely not vain
She cooked her potions in pots, as some have said
Shed wasn’t afraid to cook a poor child’s head
Smiles were never seen on the old witches face
Villagers looked at her in utter disgrace
So when a child of tiny proportions
Was born with life threatening ill distortions
They hid her from the witch and her evil spells
Need be they’d hide the poor child in the village well
Sadly the child was slipping away
The underworld was preparing her a bed
The villagers and family, distraught and with dread
The tears of a mother flowed thinking child was dead
Sonnetta was in the forest so deep,
Contemplating life’s horrors and secretly she’d weep
For no child should leave the world this way
What could she do, with the villagers she held no sway
So she focused her herbs and potions and spells
To inspire her mind to conquer and quell
Her heart was bleeding for the child so blue
She knew that her magic this time might not do
In the black of night, as the clock struck twelve
She recited a hex and hoped, time would tell
By the morning of sun rise, the old witch new
In her dreams the child thanked her, and blessed her too
Child's health restored, her smile so new
This little girl saw the light and she knew
The villagers had no idea the hex that cured
This little girl one day, would tell her tail
High in the black forest, where miracles grow
Dedicated to Jessica, her sister and brother, three angels with smiles that reach to the heavens.
Today they sang me a song; tomorrow I am sure they will change the world.
A controversial topic for sure, however I will post a link, and regardless of your views, any time we save a child, well, I hope tiss not only I with tears.
Thank you Dr Sabba
scroll down to youtube video
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015
They said he would grow out of it,
All night I’d listen to his cough,
His nose dripped and wouldn’t turn off,
When it got bad, he would vomit.
The doctors wouldn’t promise
Their treatments would pay off,
After years, they acted a little lost
When he showed almost no progress.
I kept praying for his healing,
Suddenly, good news without question,
Test results showed normal breathing,
The doc said, “Stop the medicine!”
I’m still reeling from the feeling,
That, my friends, is divine intervention.
*This poem is based on true events.
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014
A GRANDMOTHER'S PRAYER
I'll pray you strength, to face each coming day
when things aren't going as right as they could,
to tear down walls, when walls get in the way
of knowing life is going as it should;
I'll pray you light, so your dear heart can see
all through your life, your journey's not alone,
and so the night's not dark as it could be
in troubled times, as every life has known;
I'll pray you love, so love will take your hand,
so you can feel love is the plan for you,
and when it's done, your heart will understand
just what it means to love one, as I do.
I'll pray you have the wisdom God can give
and all His love, as long as you shall live.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013
In the name, blood, wounds and death of Jesus on the cross,
And by his resurrection on the third day,
Jesus, the first born from death,
The only warrior with power that conquered death,
Altar call of all children to the light,
The children of the whole world,
Don’t be deceived by this dark world,
Being promised riches, big houses, big cars,
And the first mission is to kill your parents, next all your relatives,
Welcome to the promises,
Car is an ugliest snake, house is the cage, money works in the dark, hard labor,
There are no real things in the dark work but fake,
If you killed all your parents and relatives,
You will be left with no one to protect you,
And be left with no option but to continue in the dark,
And become the slaves of hard labor of darkness,
But if you run to Jesus, and let Jesus into your heart,
Reading a bible starting by John Gospel,
Making prayer in the name of Jesus,
You become forever free indeed in Jesus name,
And only light will shine on you,
By light you will know and see all tricks of darkness.
Copyright © Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric | Year Posted 2015
Why did You leave me here, all alone?
You left me for the unknown.
I pray to You, o God my King
I pray to You for a small thing.
You see my heart weeping in tears,
You see my pain and sorrow.
I pray to You o God my King
I pray, for better tomorrow.
I look for You up in the sky, o God
try to find Your reflection.
I pray so hard from all my heart
asking, for Your affection.
I’m asking You for happiness my Lord.
Oh please, please hear my prayer.
I’ll share my love with all the world
I promise I will share.
Copyright © Elizabeth Skiba | Year Posted 2012
Oh mother, dear mother, come make my bed,
for the sun grows tired and has lost its shine;
come bless the place where I will lay my head,
surround it with angels, all that’s divine.
Oh mother, dear mother, come bar the door,
count the slow clock's chime as shadows descend.
Eve's breeze is now listless, birds sings no more,
all the land lays in silence , till night ends.
Oh mother, dear mother, sing me to sleep,
drown the foul voice of fears infestation;
let us join strength, to one another keep,
safe here in your care, and consolation.
Dear father, please protect us through the night,
save us from all harm, till dawn brings us light
Copyright © T.Nicole Williams | Year Posted 2014
Let no shadow be cast in my soul
for I have seen the countenance of grace.
Let my heart not build a wall
to hide the furious compassion of Your face.
Let the rain of mercy fall
upon the dry wasteland of my memories.
Let my life answer to Your call
and my own stubbornness cease.
Let me not at the foot of the cross
resent precious blood splattered for me.
Let it cover the pain of loss
and from sin set me free.
Thank the Lord my soul can rejoice
for I am but a sinner whom You gave a choice.
Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013
I heard the sad song of a lonely dove
My heart grew heavy as she softly cried
Her lover gone no longer by her side
She coos a grieving song for her lost love
With empathy I looked to Him above
To pray a silent prayer toward the skies
Please search the world and use your clouds for eyes
Help find a mate and give fate's hand a shove
Her nest has now become her prison cell
How painful it must be just to return
To think of all those nights together shared
Her friend the wind is all that she can tell
I hope the wind has caught my prayer and churns
And some nice lonely dove will come who cares
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
Above these trees towering
Above these deep blue seas
Above these clouds soaring
Above these mortal fears
Beyond these steep mountains
Beyond these battered slopes
Beyond these wasted plains
Beyond these shattered hopes
Through these shifting shadows
Through these darkening days
Through these shuttered windows
Through these dim lit doorways
Triune God, hear me pray
Let my people find their way.
Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2014
SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL & UPLIFTING – PRAISE, WORSHIP, & PRAYER
There is no reason to be down and out.
The sun still shines in the sky when raindrops.
Smile now because this is your time to pop.
We really want to hear your thoughts about…
Life love joy rapture pleasure thrills bliss blessed
There is cause to be irrefutable.
You know the heights of life uplift others.
Happiness esteems and solidifies.
Each time you strive, you find that the world thrives.
Uplift life elevate mind and inspire…
There is purpose to take on; therefore,
Give heart to another and cheer to the
dishearten. Raise spirits to encourage
deification of our creator through praise.
Mother Earth is our celestial orbit.
Peace seekers we are in spirit and truth.
Love and harmony is for all dwellers.
Let us join on native topography.
Hold hands sing from the voice of the patriot
Scale the endless strife of diversity
To meander in our conflicting journeys
So that our life is a religious nub,
Which brings forth faith in the omnipotent.
The crux of our essence edifies soul.
Elucidation is magnetic force
Mesmerizing all the people involved.
We shout in our synagogues worship
Via life force, which is cognizance.
Oration heard from the heights of trouble.
Just a closer walk with God was words voiced.
A proclamation so great, tears came forth.
I know the Lord exclaimed the choir from the
balcony while others were praying in
the aisles. Oh Lord have mercy on me.
There was no doubt that salvation was there.
The expression was that the Holy Ghost
had entered. Utterance of faith is with
all. An enduring completed through the
works of God. How were the burdens taken
to a place of repost? The Lord keeps me
safe and warm. Through veneration and
extol, prayer; praise; and worship heartens all.
PENNED JUNE 28, 2014!
Written for a those who seek a greater determination....
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
Set me free Lord set me free,
Take this evil I lay with away.
Take this torture turn it astray.
Walk with me just let me be.
Look inside my heart to see,
Erase my mind as I do pray.
Renew my spirit all in a day.
Sign me up for a high decree.
Leave all this as dust in the wind,
Scatter past present and future,
I will not falter nor will I bend,
Send it all away with no suture.
Set me free Lord, take this madness and put it in its place.
I must warn you it wears a mask to cover up its ugly face.
(R) Registered: 2013 Ann Rich
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2013
Immerse me Lord beneath the salty sea
send me bubbles of love that sparkle blue
Shoot me to the top aqua pure and free
As I plunge so vulnerable deep viewed
the channels of life's paths I do not flee
whimpering in distress bottomward brewed
while evil oozes in a whisper plea
don't let me skid among bedrock subdued
baptize me of passion while by my side
hug me as I cling to the rushing tide.
copyright 9/15/15 Tammy Reams Contest sponsored by: Heather Ober 'My Favorite Form'
Contest Sponsored by: 'Broken Wing Trashed #2'
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015
That the brilliance of His majestic ways
and fire that burns from His white-hot eyes
give light to space of infinite, vast size
and shine on martyr’s endless lift and praise;
that the grace He shows them endures and stays
in them and keeps and seals their lips from lies
for hearts and minds to remain pure and wise
and give His Word divine, angelic raise;
that the millennial Kingdom's earthly time
arrives after end times' brief, labor pangs
and saves God's children from sin's filthy grime,
so they who were tempted by Satan's gangs
will live on in glory and in their prime
once Christ defangs the Serpent's deadly fangs!
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2013
World emergency prayer PII
I shout now to the whole world down to the orbit,
As now the darkness is geared and out for blood,
A human blood,
I gear the whole world with the blood of Jesus,
And I am sending this fire of the holly spirit to the world and space,
And I am sending fire inside every human being of this earth,
Sinners and righteous, healthy and sick in the name of Jesus,
I conclude that every human is the child of God not devil,
And each time when the darkness tried to temper with human,
They must find fire,
In the name of Jesus.
For I know about planned natural disasters,
Disasters to take human lives in bulk,
And a planned mysterious deaths,
In Jesus name, I declare all plans arrested,
And locked in the permanent hot safe,
Safe locked by padlocks and chains made of Jesus blood,
And I put Jesus on every move of human being everyday,
I destroy every mission of the darkness against a human being,
I again destroy and drain out every power and tool the darkness is using,
In Jesus name I declare to the whole world,
The death and injuries of any sort must come to an end,
Sicknesses must be healed,
Conflicts must find a resolution,
Marriages must be restored,
Economies must find their ways to revive now,
Time is now,
I Jesus name
Copyright © Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric | Year Posted 2015
Pre Easter Prayer 2015
In the name of Jesus Christ who is our Lord and Savior,
I start by closing my eyes,
And sending my spirit in the heaven closer to our God,
I speak a holly tongue,
I open the entire heaven and let the holly wind blow to whole earth,
And let the fire of the Holly Spirit to clean every dark in this world,
The sword of fire to cut the connection of the space and of earth,
I confirm the arrest of Lucifer,
Whose hands is cuffed by hot wires,
I speak to everything of this earth to listen to the word,
I tie the hearts and the mouth of the darkness,
I sprinkle the word Jesus to all their spells to confuse them,
And number 7 in all their numbers to dilute them
I tie all their hands and legs by hot rods,
Their mouth by hot glue,
I save every soul which was meant to be lost or suffer according to the darkness,
And any part of earth which was meant to be destroyed,
I again send fire to the houses and the hearts of the witches,
To burn all their tools to ashes,
I declare the Easter anointed, blessed and protected to everyone,
As everyone go through this Prayer. Is anointed and protected.
Today, tomorrow and forever…..
Copyright © Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric | Year Posted 2015
In Response To My First Poem
A true and fighting spirit within us all surely must lay
beneath this weak armor made of water and clay.
Has it been destroyed in your life and soul,
by seeking comfort, pleasure and another goal?
Waken it if it still remains to be used for greater good
stop playing the excuse of, if only I ever could !
Renew that gifted spirit to stiffen the weakened spine,
take strong stands and draw many a hard line.
Truly sad that we get only one weak human life to live,
copy virtue , kindness and learn to sacrifice and give.
Be noble in courageous thought as well as in all your deeds
courage often springs from the smallest of little seeds!
~ ~~ ~
He remained true to a dedicated and uplifting vow
Although, a weak vessel made of red cracking clay.
Years had taken a slashing toll, in great pain now
Yet his huge heart still sang out in its own way!
That terrible destruction time always seems to wreck
Dark, sad seeds planted in so many weakening souls.
Such looming obstacles hindered his long, lonely trek
Prayed he each day with faith to reach all his goals!
As many did in truth point out his stinging defeats
He begged pardon, crying his heart did remain true.
Only after helping others in their successful feats
Could his heart and soul celebrate with all of you!
Shining inner spirit, resting most secure in his mind
Watching as his last candle flickered and burned out.
Forever praying that deep love and faith all may find
Lights flashing, he flew away at the first angel's shout!
For 12th Contest, Sponsored by Silent One "Response To Your First Poem"
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
Thoughts of you fill my mind, love
You’re always a part of my passion
When we are apart I’m reminded of a dove
Who has drifted too far from its companion
I miss you more with each passing moment
Sleep will not come for the longing of you
Love so deep and true is akin to an ailment
Your heart and soul are everything I knew
When we have the chance to be together again
There is no doubt that my heart will beat with bliss
For so many months I have only used my pen
To speak to you with all the dreams I miss
Without you here with me, my dear love
My prayers for you reach the heavens above
Written on July 29th, 2014
For: Fill up a Scroll! - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Isaiah Zerbst
Copyright © Regina Riddle | Year Posted 2014
This poem is a condensed version of my crown of sonnets
This style is called a compound English sonnet. it is written in couplets. The rhyme is
aabbaabbccddccddeeffeeffgggg. It can be read 3 ways.You can read straight through or just read every other line. if you read every other lineodd or evens you're reading a normal English sonnet.
Dear God I pray you keep our men from harm
When in your grace they're safe without alarm
Let not your eyes from you now go astray
help each to stay the course when skies are gray
It's in your strength they'll learn to now rearm
Now with your help each foe the will disarm
They'll change what others do along the way
With choices that they make this very day.
You know the things they want and what they need
For with Your help I know they will succeed
They never need to run from you or hide
In all they do you'll always be their guide
Each step they take in faith they'll not concede
When to your will we find each one will heed
Now each of them have put your will inside
Because they let your faith in you abide
I know they shall be blest in ever task
As now they keep your word in all you ask
Help each of them to stay within your pace
And understand this life's a holy race
Now all your thoughts appear to you unmasked
When in your light their souls are made to bask
But you have given them abundant grace
In all they do in each and every place
It's in Your strength they'll surely pass life's test
When they abide in your eternal rest
Help each of them to do their very best
It's then that they'll achieve a valiant quest
Copyright © Charles Reese | Year Posted 2015
Night is the time
That crawls in like
It is full of activities
That we celebrate
Night it is that
All evils in the mind
of all that labours
Killings and kidnaps
that are watertight
Are done secretly by
men in the night.
Machinations of any
Are done in the night
to the heart's
Thence, I call on the
Stay awake for a
part of the night
Even if the most
Disturbeth thee. And
say a prayer not
loose but tight!!!
Copyright © Adesina Idris Dolapo | Year Posted 2012
A midnight pearl awakes me from my slumberous sleep
Deep within my psyche a waking poem begins to creep
Climbing from my earth bound mind the words begin to seep
Many have said, beware my dreams, as strange things have oft been released
Last week bespoke a volcano demon that rained embers upon our house
A storm devil once arose, attempting to carry off our old farmhouse
This week I feel the energy of an earthquake god, as he tries to venture forth
Our basement trolls, him perchance to rebury, are traveling to war henceforth
But they had truly best hurry, for I tell thee we are out of time
Still amidst the darkest, deepest, black of times, a light can begin to shine
Verily I swear, this night a candle will be lite, to shine upon this rhyme
For I will evoke the will of God, with prayer most sublime
Therefore, pray a prayer oh so sweet, like a garland to lie upon our heads
Thus to bespeak, I awake beside my love, with romantic sonnets to be led
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012