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Hi, Kathryn - Why don't you post some of your essays, etc., here and let others read and enjoy them? Since I created this group, I have been the only one submitting short stories - other authors would be nice - I don't want this to only be about me.

Bernie

Thanks Bernie,

I'll do that. I have many poems and last year I think was the biggest year for poetry. I don't think I have ever written so many. I'll submit something soon.

Have a great day

A NEW PLACE IN THE SUN

My body aches and it’s hard to breathe.

I hurt myself when I was only moving.

I know it’s going to be painful to leave

But with a newer space I won’t be losing.

With wooden walls and wooden cupboards

and two big bathrooms that really do work.

I’ll make it my home with what I can afford

and I can just smell the coffee as it perks.

With a backyard with only sand and dirt,

I’ll have to plant grass to cool off the dogs.

It can get pretty hot on their feet and hurt

And a running path will make easier jogs.

My cats Bongo and Patches are confused.

Patches hid under the bed for a whole day

While my friends moved things and used

a dolly to get the furniture out of the way.

The Lord must have something in mind

 when He made this house available for me.

What will I learn here or what will I find?

I will just praise Him and bend my knee.

I’m physically weak but internally strong.

I can’t lift like I used to. I lean upon You.

I’m determined to finish, singing a song.

Your love and Spirit I pray guide me too.

I thank you now Lord even though it’s hard.

I know your plans are much better than mine.

Lord I pray you stay close to me, don’t be far

For it’s all about You and Your will divine.

©Copyright, 2007, Kathryn Tyler Little

http://www.deliberatelydebbie.com/a_new_place.htm

A Whale’s Confrontation

The sea looks calm but under the waves

A mother whale and calf she tries to save

But too many sharks it's meat they crave.

Will she lose the birth of this calf she gave?

Up from the deep she forces her way.

She's tired and her young grows weary.

As sharks move closer, their teeth many

Sink deep into the calf's smooth belly.

The mother undaunted and full of rage

swings fiercely her tail as though on a stage.

The sharks loosen their bite with no gauge

of the massive whale with her size and age.

Copyright, 2007 (4/3/2007), Kathryn Tyler Little

http://www.deliberatelydebbie.com/a_whale.htm

at Passion Up

Kathryn - I'm glad you decided to post some of your poetry! I enjoyed reading both poems, and I'm sure others will, too. You are talented. Thanks for sharing. 

Bernie