The native Baikal
Much appreciation 'bout you
In any weather.
Aah my sweet summer love
My spring love My autumn love
Winter love forever more love.
I do so much adore love
Ma amour my love.
Sumptuous Succulent satisfying
Sunday love Saturday love.
My nothing greater from the
heavens above love
The love I love to love I think
Most of every day my love.
All year around the clock love
You are my sure love my core
Love my heart come apart when
Your not near love
Be right here my love. So
Entranced by your passion
Fascinating silence and beauty
Of roses and sacred nights and
Poses of love my belove can't
Get enough of your love my
Love.
Adelide Proctor 'ALL the YEAR ROUND'
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O M
S A
A M
Jy J
Join us in our year-round merriment
Blest by God for great life enjoyment
Toward exploration-wonderment
As children, learning with excitement!
January allows us to start gladly
February greets our hearts so brightly
March moves up our steps forward strongly
April shakes our hands to share kindly!
We keep ourselves great with May sunshine
Doing well in June… feeling mighty fine
Always hopeful midst July time line
Healthy during August while we dine!
September-love remains radiant
October-peace prevails, triumphant
November-cheers stay vibrant
December-thanks do reign jubilant!
As children, learning with excitement
Toward exploration-wonderment
Blest by God for great life enjoyment
Join us in our year-round merriment!
*Jeremiah 17:7 Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is.
March 13, 2023
Honorable Mention, "Kids Creativity and Learning" Nursery Rhyme Poem Writing Contest; Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 3/20/2023.
O' That Such Spring Glory Could Last All The Year Round
Rain splattering across bright green lawn this new morn
wetting earthen soil, soaking new baby grass soft born
distant thunder, echoes blasting that Nature yields
more of her sweetness, on man and his many fields.
O' that such Spring glory could last all the year round
with its beauty and into man some sense thus pound
yet life takes its pleasure as others seasons flow
even in harsh winter and its white falling snow.
From Summer's views, this old soul so oft seeks much more
within forests heavy dark and lake's lapping shores
or mountain ledge seeing the world tiny and small
oft wading waters, spit forth by cool waterfalls.
Rain splattering across the green lawn this new morn.
Wetting earthen soil, soaking new baby grass soft born.
R. J. Lindley, April 10th,1977
Sonnet, ( A Fine Spring Morn, Busy Writing From My Front Porch )
Old Note: Today, such sweet blessings to be alive....
New Note: Today, such sweet blessings to be alive and still writing poetry...
seasons soon will change
along with all the colors
survival prevails....
YOUR BEAUTIFUL
WINTER,SPRING,SUMMER,AND
FALL,WITH YOUR BEAUTIFUL
BRIGHTNESS,YOUR BEAUTY
EXTENDS BEYOND THE SOLAR
SYSTEM.LIKE FRUIT THAT
GROWS,YOUR BEAUTIFUL LOOK`S
CONTINUE TO GROW.THE DEEPNESS
IN YOUR BEAUTY IS ALWAYS
VISABLE.YOU SO BEAUTIFUL THAT
YOUR SHADOW IS BEAUTIFUL.THE
POWER OF YOUR BEAUTY IS THAT
YOU ARE ONE OF THE BEAUTIFULEST
WOMANS IN EXSISTENCE.
I melt into his eyes
Fell upon his world
I let go of my disguise
I want to be his girl
Him to hold me tight
To be forever mine
We'll be a lovely sight
Year round Valentines
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