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All My Life Waiting For You

Our hearts met for the very 1st time
As we sit here smiling at each other 
I feel so close to you
Your eyes shine bright as you look into mine
A soft breeze blows
Trees rustle 
The warmth of the sunshine
The anticipation of a 1st kiss.
A gentle soft kiss
Twinkle in your eye
Beaming smile

Have we known each other before
Just waiting to meet outside your door

Were you always in my heart
In a place kept just for you

Hold my hand in yours
Walk with me
Keep me safe and warm

It took along time to find you
You were just outside my door
I have a place waiting in my heart
For now and ever more.

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Memories- Bread Baking Day

Bread baking memories

up early to start the day
bread to make
Mom and I would start
adding to the bowl, mix and beat
then came the kneading
a rhythm was the key
1-2-3 turn and 1-2-3
as she taught me so many years ago
I can still hear her saying 1-2-3
the ball of dough took on a smooth look
just right to the touch
into a greased bowl 
to rise high
to be punched down
making the loaves and buns
another trick she told me so
stretching just right
in the pan to get so high
into the oven for the long wait

smells fill the air
table fills with golden treats
fresh warm waiting to eat
butter spread on that first loaf
nothing like 

Memories of baking days

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Memories--Baling Hay

Baling hay
On the most hot day of the summer
Was when the hay fields were ready to cut
The smell of the fresh cut hay is something you never forget.  As the tractor runs along the field
A rabbit runs out of the hay
Then a pheasant flys in front of the tractor
The hay is cut into rows of loosely long greens piles

The next day was to turn the hay so its dry before 
we make the bales. The rake rolls the hay over. 
The tractor runs fast.  Later that day it is just right to start baling. The big red baler machine was pulled behind the tractor. Then a wagon was attached behind it.
One person drove the tractor,  one on the wagon to pile 
The bales into nice,high rows.
The machine was loud, with a distinctive sound.
Almost a song. 1-2-3 bump as it pushed the hay though 
To make a perfect square bale ( which is actually rectangular)  
The one on the wagon had to sway as the moving wagon
Tipped and rocked. Carrying each bale one by one to
The back of the wagon. Piling high as they could reach.
Dad made straight tall piles. They reached to the sky.
Us kids would help. But mostly riding high upon the load.
When the load was as full as could be it was time to head home. We sat high on top. The load swayed back and 
Forth. Dad catching any that fell off. But turning into
The long gravel driveway, pulling in by the barn, was
The best feeling of a great harvest for the winter.

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Journey Not Alone

Empty, lonely missing
Walking alone
Going through the motions
Praying to find the light that is missing
God made us to love and care
To share and not be alone
Then he put you in front of me
To walk beside, hand and hand
To love and share
This journey not alone

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Outside My Window

Outside my window

Dark clouds swirling 
As the rumbles startles me
The sky turns shades of green
The light of day seams to quickly fade
Rain starts to fall
As if it knows the ground is calling for its damping 
Plants drink in the moisture 
The wind starts to calm
Rain turns to a mist before the sun peaks out
Flower heads seam to stretch toward the new clean sun
All is clean, fresh and new

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Where Have the Years Gone

Toys
balls and bats
boots and hats
Kites and bike
walking and talking
where have the years gone?

Cars
Tires and rimes
oil and toil
rebuilding 
waxing and shine
fixing all the time
where have the years gone?

out on your own
Your own house
you paint and fix
the friends you pick
planning your life
where have the years gone?

I worried when you were a little baby
I worried when you were a young boy
I worry now that your a grown man

where have the years gone?
a mom is a mom 
I will love you the rest of your life

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Heat of the Moment

Heat of the moment 

Hot, sizzling, heat
The moment where the extreme heat burns 
Burns down deep 
A good burn
Heat tingling 
Awakening all senses 
Blending of multiple combinations 
Working well together 

A good curry......or

Demonstration how we should be as people 
Working together

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Ringer Washer

Washing clothes
a long days job as the new wash machine mom had was too good to be used
a Maytag ringer in the basement was the clue
Hot water fills the larger washer as it went round and round
pulling out the clothes, piece by piece
gentle and carefully into the ringer 
as it sqeezed the water out
into a new tub of hot water, up and down splashing about
then into the third tub
finally through the ringer again
almost dry
to the lines outside under a hot summer sky

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Dragon Flies

fast, translucent wings
shining, metallic, sleek body
little dragon fly you hover close by
you move in a world 
ever so precise
You fly over the pond
up and down
so gracefully 
Little dragon fly what have you seen?
your reflection
you see the sun as it hits your beautiful colors
you swerve from side to side
not a care in your world

If only we could see our reflections
see how beautiful we are
with not a care in the world

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Snow Storm

Snow blowing
whirling round and round

wind blows 
piles so high
reaching to the sky

white and bright
as they blow out of sight

drifts become long
crystals shine
as wind blows a song

Deep piles
crunch as walked upon
children's smiles

wind whirling round
makes a loud sound
keeping people home bound

snow blows round and round