Dirt Angels

There was a little place
We called Dirt Angels
A place of fairy dust and toadstools
And even poison oak.

A place where we could meet
And share our secret stories
Twas full of hopes and dreams of spring
And summertime too.

Of flowers and sunshine
Of trees and quiet places
Morning coffee on the patios
And campers sneakin in.

There were Nightowls and puppy dogs
And lots of people too
Who shared the hopes of fantasy
And plans for springtime

Flowers and veggies
Lanterns and lights
Fantasy and whimsy
And beautiful silent spots

Idris shared her little garden
Which we all loved a lot
And no one else but us can know
We're Absolutely Pots!

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Dirt Angels II

Dirt Angels was a special place
Where the Little Woods reside
Idris was the hostess
Who invited all inside.

She offered us her special place
Where we could meet face-to-face
Our fantasy spring garden
To others we confide.

Idris' magic fairie dust
She sprinkled all around
And before you knew what happened
People were digging in the ground

Flowers started sprouting there
But never did we fear
The best thing that ever grew
Great friendship is what we found.

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Wishes for a Special Lady

Cross my fingers and wish real hard
That Idris sees herself a bard
Grant her knowledge that we know
Creativity to her show

Let her see the magic there
Let her see her words so fair
The gift she has with us does share
Confidence to her is fair

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A little well learned will take you further than a lot half learned.

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Retirement

Water. I need water.
Gentle lapping along the shore
to lull me to sleep.
Crashing roaring waves in a storm.
I need those too.

Trees. I need trees.
Tall majestic, whistling poplars.
Large shady elms
rustling leaves over my head
I need those too.

Quiet. I need that too.
Peaceful silence, nothing to disturb
my reverie
Calming, healing, silence in the air
I need this too.

Birds. I need them too.
Chirping, singing in the morning bright
greeting the day
Flying, soaring over my head
I need them too.

Squirrels. I need these too
Chatter, zooming round the yard
keeping me amused
Gathering, burying their loot
I need these too.

Flowers. I need these too.
Blooming, waving filling the air
with sensual delights
Roses, lilacs and others too
I need these too.

My work. I need that too.
Art or words, a healing ear offered
to those in need
A gentle hug to those who hurt
I need that too.

Family. I need them too.
Chatting, playing around me
feeling at home
Children running singing
I need them too.

Friends. I need them too.
Supportive, caring
trusting all
A chance to love
I need them too.

A Love. I need him too
His strong arms around me
To hold me
Love to cherish
I need him too.

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Rocks, waves, sky and clouds
Nature's calling card is found
Wildly calling me.

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Winter has broken
Its hold on frozen mountains
Now spring brings forth life.

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Don't be ashamed of mother's hands
that comforted her children
Though wrinkled and swollen
Those hands are strong and loving

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People
All sizes
All shapes
Hustle bustle
on their way
to somewhere.

Life
so kind
so cruel
Birth, death
On its way
to nowhere.

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A bridge to cross
A bright tomorrow ahead
Put fear behind you.

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Voices fading
Worn and old
No power left
This hollow sound
Now growing dark
The love ends

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Pen stroke on my paper
Words recording life
Letters lined up across the page
Marching out the days

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Plaintive desire found
Was love captive
Soft and delicious
So very hot

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The love of grandchildren
Their hands like roses
Lazily waving
Softening the heart

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Nighttime visitors
Mascarading as raccoons
Visit my garden