Moans of ecstacy the hymn singer
a regional delight
We heard Hymn singers in
barns, in backyards
and in the pews.
What they served up
was something
you couldn't confusse
Ironing clothes
before one would take there bath
a delicate celight
they stood in lines
from first to last
A comforting song
soothing as ones eyes could see
a calming spirted greeting
all would come to see
Hymn Singer: Hymn Singer
we heard the demand
fresh and delicate
not something from
a can.
Hymn Singer: hymn singer
How ya'll doing tonight
Hymn Singer: Hymn Singer
everythings
all right!
I Love Nature
The blizzard piled the falling snow that day;
with temps in teens, hard-frozen it became.
The walks and roads were nowhere on display.
Winter's magic show.
The next day brought warm rain that did reclaim
some melted snow- but soon, night's frigid stay
had crystallized the surface as winds came.
Throughout the night, ice mirrored each moon ray.
Come morn, the sun brought gifts with its acclaim-
a glaze that glowed like satin applique.
Winter's magic show.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Writing Challenge, Roundel Form
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Judged: 03/06/2019
Clouds follow black clouds
Are after some blue and pink
On a grey fabric
You are needling dream applique
With your melancholy breaths
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August 11, 2016
By Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2016
Making quilts is difficult, you might think you’re clever too
but there’s all the thought and preparation, that you have to do,
choose the colours and choose the thread, will that one go with this
patterns which you think they’d like, and scenes all filled with bliss
Then add them all, and study it, till you think it looks just right
you cut and stitch and ponder, well into the night
paper pieces, bits of cloth, and sewing things together
flowers here, and there a bird, and stitch, light as a feather
As well as Quilt’s, there’s Cushions, and runners for the table too
wall hangings, cross stitch samplers, to mention just a few
to cut and stitch and applique, the pattern she will choose
to make exactly what she sees, her talent she will use
But more than colour, more than thread, there’s part of you in there
with every stitch and every thought, filled with love and care
for quilts are made for family, and friends that you hold dear
so they can keep, and cherish them, year after year after year