WRITE ON: Time to have some turkey fun
HIGHLIGHTS OF NOVEMBER
Nicole - all gone
The time did change
Elections done
Now re-arrange
Your thoughts of fall
To winter plans
Vacations, galas
Family clans
Soon the new year
Starts again
Thoughts of November
Are at an end
But while this month
Is not yet done
It's time to have
Some turkey fun
Happy Thanksgiving Day!
JEANNE RASCHKE
Lakeland
HIS PRESENCE
Do you feel his presence, I feel it all
around, it may be in the rain or
the Sun that's shining down
Look out upon the mountains, the valleys
and the trees, the beauty of God's
handiwork can bring me to my knees
Gaze up to the heavens, the moon, the
stars on high, God made this great
universe for people like you and I
Sit quietly, let the Holy Spirit in, our
lives are so busy, as many turn to sin
Holy Spirit fill me, keep me free from sin
His presence so/rounds me as I listen
to nature's sounds, the bird, crickets
and children running round.
Lord let me know, peace and comfort
your Holy Spirit brings, as I study
in my Bible of You, The King of Kings
JEANIE BOYETTE
Winter Haven
THORN
I’m from Texas, so no other flower
Smells as sweet to me as the Yellow Rose.
I confess it has o’er me some power
That’s beyond what’s natural, goodness knows.
I find its stark beauty captivating
Such that I stand quietly in its awe.
But it’s not that that’s so fascinating -
It’s something else, something completely raw.
It is its thorn that truly beguiles me -
That prickly green scimitar, with its point.
In the midst of such glamour, it grotesquely
Makes its stem seem to be so out of joint!
How Nature protects its precious offspring
Is intimidatingly frightening!
ROBERT P. TUCKER
Lakeland
A MEMORY TO KEEP
At the far end of a worked over cornfield, I can see an old red barn hiding.
Several rows of evergreen trees are shielding it from the cold autumn breeze.
The trees sway in unison, like a well-rehearsed orchestra
And the barn’s old paint seems to move, peeking through the trees
An old metal wind device on top of the barn is also involved
Spinning fast or slow as the wind breezes swirl and fluctuate now and then
The wind, showing off, flexing its muscles, samples of what’s to come
As winter creeps closer. Wild pigeons hurry through a broken cupola shutter
to get in.
Pinkish thin clouds stretch across a pale blue sky
As sundown seems to rush on this shorter fall day, reflecting off the steeple
of a distant church
Then, after a familiar pheasant sound, I see a pair gliding into the cornfield to hide
And a Tom turkey, followed by four or five hens runs under the evergreens for
A safe night perch
It’s a beautiful show, when Nature puts the pieces together
One, that is repeated, too often unnoticed by anyone at all
But one, once seen, becomes a memory to file away
For a future time or moment when nothing else can fulfill a perfect recall.
DENNIS C. ORVIS
Winter Haven
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This article originally appeared on The Ledger: Highlights of November: hurricanes, elections, vacations
