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Monthly Archives: September 2012

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This past week, the sun is setting earlier and the light on the trees is bright and fascinating to watch as the sun quickly sets.

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Tree top detail can be seen.

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I love this view with the curtain framing it.

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Thanks to Becca for sharing her Sunday Trees post with me.

Sunday Trees – 46

by becca givens

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last child out of house
waiting for the boomerang
house waiting return
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return came, then left
boomerangs and transitions
of ones own children

adult children grow
settle with own families
“Gram”? me ? Don’t think so !

free to sleep, travel,
not worry whose home, whose not
waiting for, “MuM, help”
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no calls, no return
can it be I’m alone now ?
grandchildren change that !

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“Stay on your end and no one will get hurt ! “

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Choose your own battles
not those others choose to fight
wise men say often
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battlefields in love
or battlefields in war are lost
if win not the goal
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battlefields in court
the lawyers are the winners
money their vision
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Trees, feeders can be
battleground for birds, ducks and
tiny hummingbirds
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card table war zone
for many singles, couples
winner takes home the prize
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Footprints on my heart
keep me thinking of your love
always, forever
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You moved far away
children do that sometimes and
go where the jobs are
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Love you forever,
Remember the book we’d read ?
Footprints on my soul.

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I got confused on the day of the week.
Have worked 17 days … now 4 off …
and checking the calendar realized I didn’t
post the footprints haiku.  No time like the
present to catch up.☺
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waltz right up, speak up
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that’s her way to meet someone
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startling, effective

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Waltzed across her heart
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with soft sweeping steps of love
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cad:  waltzed out  same way

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waltzed across the room
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confident,  full of  “I’m hot”
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snubbed,  waltzed back,  to wall
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Sailing paper boat under cerulean skies: what a time I’d have.

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When a child I dreamed
to sail over the huge pond
in a paper boat
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Newspaper sail boat
red sails, finest rice paper
a fine trip I’d have
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Sail to far off lands
see Eiffel tower, windmills
Holland’s spring tulips

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Beautiful afternoon for a cat nap !

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Bianca
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Deep sleep in the sun

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Comfy sleep on soft pillows

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ALWAYS listening

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deep sleeps in the sun
comfy sleep on soft pillows
ALWAYS listening

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