Me and Karen Kingsbury (one of my leaders...my favorite author)Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Jonell's Photo
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Hollie's Poem
Passing by
something catches his eye
He stops to glance
and then to look
He lingers here
His eyes appear
to be taking in
something sincere
He's drawn in now
really somehow
taken to a place
a different time and space
The colors are rich
breathtakingly real
it's almost as if
he could reach out and feel
the textures,the edges,
the scenic surmise
And yet it's only
a play on his eyes
For he stands now transfixed
on a remarkable pic
that he's so grateful
he didn't miss.
Hanging there
how could one not stop
and stare?
something catches his eye
He stops to glance
and then to look
He lingers here
His eyes appear
to be taking in
something sincere
He's drawn in now
really somehow
taken to a place
a different time and space
The colors are rich
breathtakingly real
it's almost as if
he could reach out and feel
the textures,the edges,
the scenic surmise
And yet it's only
a play on his eyes
For he stands now transfixed
on a remarkable pic
that he's so grateful
he didn't miss.
Hanging there
how could one not stop
and stare?
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