Winter & Reading


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Glenda Gleave  — Tell Me the Stories of Jesus (800x723):

                                                         A Book

A book, I think, is very like
A little golden door
That takes me into places
Where I’ve never been before.

It leads me into fairyland
Or countries strange and far
And, best of all, the golden door
Always stands ajar.

                                                      by Adelaide Love

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‘Look Up’


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 Facebook is Faceless
Indifferent, not necessarily connecting too closely with others if one doesn’t want to connect. You want them to know your their but you don’t want to talk to them, you can’t be bothered to form words, to think, don’t want to fully commit yourself. How is that done you ask, just click on “Like” and you’ve said it all!  Don’t want to give an opinion or a spoken compliment, click on “Like”. Don’t want to fully express yourself in case it might not set well with others or it might expose your inner self, click on “Like”. Don’t want to hear a constructive criticism, click on “Like”. Lastly, possibly you think that if you “Like” everything that’s posted on every one’s page about anything, your going to be really really LIKED by others, oh wouldn’t that be sweet.
Author ~ Eileen

The English Language Fun or Funny?


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We park in a driveway and drive on a parkway. 

The bandage was wound around the wound.

The farm was used to produce produce.

The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.

We must polish the Polish furniture.

He could lead if he would get the lead out.

The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.

Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.

When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.

I did not object to the object.

The insurance was invalid for the invalid.

There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.

They were not close to the door to close it.

The buck does funny things when the does are present.

A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.

To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.

The wind was too strong to wind the sail.

Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.

I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.

How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?

And if the foregoing hasn’t messed UP your mind, consider the following:


There is a two-letter word that perhaps has more meanings than any other two-letter word, and that is ‘UP.’ It’s easy to understand UP, meaning toward the sky or at the top of the list, but when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake UP? At a meeting, why does a topic come UP?  Why do we speak UP and why are the officers UP for election? Why is it UP to the secretary to write UP a report? We call UP our friends. We use it to brighten UP a room, polish UP the silver. We warm UP the leftovers and clean UP the kitchen. We lock UP the house and some guys fix UP the old car. At other times the little word has real special meaning. People stir UP trouble, line UP for tickets, work UP an appetite, and think UP excuses. To be dressed is one thing, but to be dressed UP is special. A drain must be opened UP because it is stopped UP. We open UP a store in the morning but we close it UP at night. We seem to be pretty mixed UP about UP!

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Take a Second in Your Life

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Take a second in your life to look at life.

Katrina Parry shoots children.
Her photography has a quality that makes her subjects – children and sometimes animals look like creatures from another world. They’re almost too beautiful, like my memories of childhood; a little soft focus,  a little timeless. Maybe it’s her use of natural light, maybe it’s her composition.

My front Porch


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We’re talking about a time long long ago,

Happy places, happy faces, things went slow.

Folks strolling along down the sidewalk,

Aways stopping with their neighbor to talk.


Listen to the children’s laughter in the air,

Up and down each street, they were everywhere.

The sound of a ball hitting hard off the bat,

The thump of roller skates over each crack.


The enjoyment of a front yard is a thing of the past,

Back then you’d hear father’s  yelling, get off the grass!

Lemon aid stands and croquet sets ready to go,

Now the front yard is just something  to mow.


Ah, but the very best was the front porch time we spent,

After work, after school, after dinner, their we went.

Parents sitting on porch swings and in the wicker chairs

Children hanging on the rails and sitting on the stairs.


Young and old gathered on the porch summer nights,

Drinking ice tea while chatting about the days news.

Lingering on until aglow became all the street lights

Walking back home feeling no better life could they choose.


The very best thing I remember about my  porch,

On rainy days when we couldn’t go out to play,

Mother would make cookies and call our friends,

And on the porch we would laugh and play all day.

by Eileen clark


Front Porch


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From My Porch

After the end of a long hot day
At the end of my rope -  with nerves all frayed
I sat on the porch…to rest a spell
As the sun slipped… slowly behind the hill

Calmed…by the lingering…after glow
I watched…the summer night unfold

Crimson streaks…on a sky of blue
Melted…in a thousand…different hues
Got lost…in the dark…without the light
Leaving…just their shadows…in the night

And in fields…of clover…across the way
The crickets…began…their serenade
As fireflies danced…with sheer delight
Glowing…in  love…with this summer night

And there…ahead…at the end of the road
Above the bridge…where the river flows
It rose - like magic - before my eyes
An orange moon… so big…it filled the sky

Poem by ~Elaine George

Painting by ~ Eileen Clark ( Watercolor)


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