AS YOU GROW OLDER

Lifted from the Author Maria Theresa Causapin

By permission...

🎵 will you still need me,

        will you still feed me,

        when I'm 64...🎶

   Beatles....

As you grow older,

You will come to appreciate

That it doesn’t ultimately matter 

How others view you. 

As you know yourself best .

And no one who has not experienced life as you,

Carried the same burdens,

Lived through the same trials,

And experienced the same highs and lows, 

Has the right to judge you or your path

As they don’t understand.

All of the components and details

That have contributed to you becoming you.

That the people around you are living lives

That are just as complex as yours,

And are oftentimes much more focused on themselves and their own lives 

Than you.

And while their lives are their business,

Your life is your own to create..

As you grow older,

You will understand 

That sometimes we underestimate ourselves,

Belittle ourselves,

Suppress ourselves,

Ignore our potential,

And waste our time

Trying to prove ourselves to others .

Rather than seeking to satisfy and impress ourselves first.

As you grow older,

You will come to appreciate the importance

Of living a life that is true to yourself.

And learn to fight for your peace, joy, passions and dreams.

And as you grow older,

You will come to appreciate 

That you have no obligation to remain

In spaces where you aren’t loved or appreciated.

You do not have to convince others

That you are worthy of being loved. 

 

And that while others may hurt you

All that breaks you, 

Provides you with the opportunity to rebuild.

And as you grow older,

You will learn to better appreciate

Moments of silence, solitude and privacy. 

You will learn to accept and approve of yourself,

Rather than seeking validation from others.

You will learn to treasure your own company,

Value your own opinions,

Trust your own judgement,

And live a life that is truly your own.

And you will discover

That it is never too late for you to start anew,

Begin something again.

And revisit previous passions ,

As your age doesn’t have to restrict or dictate

All you accomplish

What you pursue 

Or who you choose to become.....😊

 Thoughts of my 64 years of existence..💞

  By..MTCausapin 06/26/22

Photo credit to Mitsuko Nishii Francisco 

"SHOWBOATS" VIVID NIGHT

FOR ILA Challenge

"SHOWBOATS" VIVID NIGHT 

Tercets:

The night was about to end and we stood 

One more time by the bow of the "Showboats"

To view the dazzling Vivid Night for good.

Two years of hiatus when Covid smote;

All hell let loose, no Vivid Lights, no cruise;

One more time by the bow of the "Showboats"

Cabaret show, food, drink and friendship's muse

A night to remember, no past bestowed 

All hell let loose, no Vivid Lights, no cruise;

Tonight with friends, our happy moments flowed 

It's something to look back ere mem'ries lost 

A night to remember, no past bestowed.

In tune with Vivid, lights and colours tossed

Into a fluid night with vibrant moon

It's something to look back ere mem'ries lost.

Quatrain:

Happenstance of joyful time lasted soon 

Each guest met friends with auld lang syne to croon 

The night was about to end and we stood 

To view the dazzling Vivid Night for good.

©Leah C Dancel

Copyright © June 11, 2022

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALA

#Terzanelle

#5_Tercets

#One_Quatrain

#Pentameter_Tensyllablesperline

Comments:

"A poem must have a story and the poem above has it- very vivid actually! The rhythm and the rhyming, and the choice of words, all add beauty to the story and to the poem itself. Indeed, this is ♥️♥️♥️" ~Jeffrey Cejero, 27 June 2023

"Since I read this I had the ‘last music syndrome’ and Auld Lang Syne keep playing on my mind."  🎶 ~Mirella Macaulay, March 13, 2022

Notes:

Formula

June 27, 2022

TERZANELLE 

The Terzanelle is a poetry type which is a combination of  the villanelle and the terza rima forms invented by Lewis Turco.

It is a 19-line poem consisting of five interlocking tercets plus a concluding quatrain in which the first and third lines of the first triplet appear as refrains. 

The middle line of each triplet is repeated, reappearing as the last line of the succeeding triplet with the exception of the center line of the next-to-the-last stanza which appears in the quatrain.

The rhyme and refrain scheme for the triplets is as follows:

ABA’ bCB cDC dED eFE fAFA‘ or

ABA ‘bCB cDC dED eFE fFAA’ 

Meter is Iambic Pentameter (10 syllables per line)

Example Poem:

"SHOWBOATS" VIVID NIGHT 

By Leah C Dancel, Copyright © 2022, All rights reserved.

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Info Source: Google 

WONDERFUL CREATION

By Cherrie Facun Dancel

WONDERFUL CREATION  

You are unique.

Though you're opaque.

You serve the purpose,

In beauty and pose.

You look so lovely.

Pleasant to the eyes of many.

You brighten someone's day,

That cheer them on their way.

You are standing still.

Doing very well.

Believing in your own.

Admired by a person.

You are God's creation.

Beautiful beyond description.

Wonderfully made

That God has blessed.

June 25, 2022

#ILAMagazine

#MonthlyPrompt

#TulipsinJune

NENE

By Leah C Dancel

N 🌺 E 🌹N 🏵️ E

(Angelic Friend)

🌷🍀🌷🍀🌷🍀🌷

Angelic face

Sweet and kind

Bedimpled cheeks

Give beauty so

Demure but chic

Smiling eyes

Glowing in the sky

Soft thin lips

That slow to speak

Simple comeliness

With virtues great

A lady, a woman

A mother, a teacher

A person all in all.

She's astute

Quiet in success

She carried on

Her duties day-to-day.

She taught to care

She cared and shared

Time and effort 

Caring for children 

Of every kind.

Her kitchen abuzzing

With things to do

Feeding kids so they grow

She's somebody's mother too,

You know!

So much to say 

About this petite lady

I piled them up on my mind 

The thoughts I have 

For her - in years.

Today is that right time

To tell her and express

Those sentient sentiments

I reserved for her.

Nene, I love you -

Your genuinity is exceptional 

A one true friend to be crowned

With fervour, pride and honour 

Who holds true to your calling.

You were brought into my life

By fate through another friend

Whom you stood by all these years

Through thick and thin; highs and lows

You're an epitome of earthly Angel

Thank you for your great compassion

With pure heart full of empathy;

Listening ears that understand 

And broad shoulders to cry on;

Without judging, without prejudice.

Your ready acceptance and tolerance

Even in trivialities of life far exceed 

Anyone's expectations of you.

In the field of Humanity where you excelled.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Nene 

and MANY HAPPY RETURNS of the DAY!

©Leah C Dancel 

Copyright © June 22, 2022

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

#NeneMam

#Birthdaytribute

Photography: 

Created by #leahcdancel

Via #Canva

GO AFTER A DREAM

Shared by Estelle Cortes

Another immortal Inspirational Lines

From Pablo Neruda 

You start dying slowly

if you do not travel,

if you do not read,

if you do not listen to the sounds of life,

if you do not appreciate yourself.

You start dying slowly

When you kill your self-esteem;

When you do not let others help you.

You start dying slowly

If you become a slave of your habits,

Walking everyday on the same paths…

If you do not change your routine,

If you do not wear different colors

Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.

You start dying slowly

If you avoid to feel passion

And their turbulent emotions;

Those which make your eyes glisten

And your heart beat fast.

You start dying slowly

If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,

If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,

If you do not go after a dream,

If you do not allow yourself,

At least once in your lifetime,

To run away from sensible advice…

 Author ✍️Pablo Neruda

(Ate Leah Dancel thank you so much for saving this in your blog.)

SYMPHONY of the SEASONS

By Leah C Dancel

SYMPHONY of the SEASONS

(Rensaku Form)

SUMMER

Lemony yellow 

Of glorious morning sunrise

Beautiful daylight!

With vibrant rays stream across

Staccato of humming bees.

AUTUMN

Falling off the ground

Are leaves messing up with earth

Like coloured carpets 

Brown, gold, orange, red, purple, 

And yellow strums Vivaldi!

WINTER

Hibernation comes

With lofty chills and freezes

Time stands still and bids

Adieu to life till we meet

In snow Adagio Fields.

SPRING

Life is back on track

With anthesis coming in

Colour attractions

From home gardens, parks and streets

Highlighted in Allegro.

©Leah C Dancel 

Copyright © June 21, 2022

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA 

Comments from ILA:

"AN artistic skilful presentation with poetic diction...really superb!!!" ~Gul Bakhti

"Leah Dancel - you deserve a big applause as you have the talents what to present and the skills how to present." ~Gul Bakhti

"I love the theme po nay. Another masterpiece 💖" ~Jeffrey Cejero

"Beautifully penned lyrics 🌼🌺" ~Denia Claret 

"Very finely depicted." ~Safdar Bhatti 

Others

"Well described! Na picture ko tuloy how each season looks like besides the photos you have ☀️ ❄️ 🌳 🍃. Naka Rensaku form pa 🥰" ~Mirella aka Ozark Lane 

"Leah Dancel - There’s no doubt you have the gift of words, of describing things and being able to properly put them together 💕" ~Mirella aka Ozark Lane 

DRAB WINTER

By Leah C Dancel

It's nice to stow away

From colds that beset me.

Here in my little room

Is where a piece of me

Enjoy blissful solitude:

Eluding wisenheimer bugs

And the whimpers of wind

That blow icy winks 

On drab winter days.

Peace is my dartboard

Where I can throw in

My pillow of quietude

In silence, uninterrupted.

©LCD, June 19, 2022

SH-AUSTRALIA

SPECTACLE of SPRING

By Leah C Dancel

SPECTACLE of SPRING

Bordered with nothing

Fresh whiteness blooms

Across the boundless field

Stuns the spectacle of Spring!

One enchanting paradigm

Of grace and nobility

Arise to stand in awe

Her beauty of pedigree!

Pure bliss 

In every one's heart

Virtuous

In pulchritudinous dream!

Perfect love is what Tulips means

Worthy of admiration

Such honour brings

Divinely designed by nature's creation.

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright © June 19, 2022

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

#ILAMagazine

#MonthlyVisualArtPoetryPrompt

#JuneJuly 2022

#Tulips

From Linda Heravi, Canada:

Wow 😮, impressive!

Love where your thoughts leads you and your full expression is amazingly conveyed into this beautiful poem!

😘

One Solitary Rose.

By Shenni Waldron

Australia...

One Solitary Rose. 

One solitary rose, fragile unique, different to the rest.

Soft as silk, with the sweetest of perfume, intoxicating.

White with the palest pink edge.

A rebel in a sense, standing proud amongst the myriad of plain white.

Fragile, yet so strong in its proud stance of individuality. 

Looking somewhat like cotton candy as it sways in the gentle breeze. 

So picturesque and soothing to the eye.

A dainty platform for the numerous butterflies who sip at its nectar.

A shady shelter for the industrious buzzing bees.

Dew kissed and sun warmed, ah such a beautiful gift from Mother Nature! 

Copyright © shennirose 2022

REFLECTION

By Leah C Dancel

REFLECTION

The power is cast on reflection

Against the wall of grandiose obsession

Where cogent clash of power play

Disavowed its own vainglory.

Much of your imposing dreams

Skyscrapers in the sky

Look down where you fall

Vie not against the brawny might.

Let no arrogance of your prowess

Either intellectual or academic

For progress and prosperity

Let no one digress to poverty.

©Leah C Dancel

Copyright © June 18, 2022

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

#ILAMagazine

#AnythingFriday

SIMPLE THINGS ARE BLESSINGS

By Leah C Dancel

Photo credit to the owner 

For Miemie:

Simple Things are Blessings too

Never ever take it for granted

Whether it's a little pebble handed to you

Or a marbled table sculpted for you.

Don't look beyond your wall to see

With nothing fancy hanging on its space

But look over the skies holding its beauty around with grace

Then you find something to marvel with praise.

Delightful things are found within

It's lying deep in your heart and soul

The wondrous miracles life can fill

It's never empty, never lacking, never will.

Contentment is a virtue by itself

For whatever you have, great and small

Bless others with your heart's content

Generously give never expecting a reward.

©Leah C Dancel

Copyright © June 17, 2022

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

PATH

Lifted from ILA Magazine

Posted with permission

PATH

By Zana Coven

I was born in a land of dreams

Where all rainbows live

My craddle was made of stars

And Sun was my hive

My mother is a song that

Never stops to sing

Taking me in her arms

And rocking gently my dreams

My first and only friend

Shines above all nights

Dreaming dreams of silver sand

I know we are connected tight

Moon recounts me heavenly tales

While all the world sleeps 

Telling me all secrets

Universe hid from  earth

I am a daughter of invisible spirits

That unseen souls have

Powerful is my breath and my voice

Like waterfalls underwater streams

I dwell in every flower, rocks are my shelter

My mother protects me with just her smile

My father is thunder's helper 

Life is just a path

Thru which my soul flies

Learning lessons of Divine

While walking  on fresh  morning grass

I need nothing to have my peace

Light and free is my soul

Where all Suns dwell

Zana Coven

Copyright © June 16, 2023

All rights reserved

On Your 63rd Birthday

By Leah C Dancel

On Your 63rd Birthday

(Birthday dedication to Lucy Trecasse)

Many happy returns of the day

My dearest Lucy!

Today is your 63 years living life

full of gratitude,

An attitude - never amissed!

I wish you more glory and success;

Achievements that fate has destined.

Your aims and goals you longed aspired

At last have found their fulfillment.

Now is the time to lay back and sip champagne

To celebrate life with joy and pride

With loved ones by your side

Greeting you more blessed years!

©Leah C. Dancel

Copyright © June 15, 2022

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

FORGET NOT THE EARTH

By Khalil Gibran

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. 

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. 

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. 

Let there be spaces in your togetherness. 

Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream. 

I have learnt silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers. 

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. 

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. 

Work is love made visible.

If you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work. 

Khalil Gibran

IBRAHIM and HIS HORSE

By Leah C Dancel

#THINKING OUTSIDE THE BOX

IBRAHIM and HIS HORSE

There used to be a boy in my class

Who never ran short of ideas in problem solving

His skills were far from conventional

But on my mind, he's astute and philosophical

He's quick-witted and could get away with it.

"Thinking outside the box",  you say?

Well, let's see and tell me what you say:

In Art subject, call it a Drawing Class

The teacher took us, kids, to the farm

There we saw lots of different animals

Name it, we knew them all.

Us kids took notice of everything we saw.

We made a mental photography for each one:

The cows, goats,  sheep, horses and pigs;

The chicken, ducks, geese and turkey;

There were dogs, cats, and rabbits too.

Soon we're back inside the classroom

Our teacher told us to get a paper and pencil.

We have had to draw an animal or two

The one that we liked most.

Ibrahim, the boy, came in front first

He was a very clever boy, second to none.

He put his paper on the teacher's table with face down.

Time's up, all done.

One by one, the teacher checked.

Wait! She called on Ibrahim.

I didn't see you drew an animal!

What it is? Where is it?

I see nothing but a box!

Oh! Ma'am, of course you can't see it!

I drew a horse and it's inside the box!

The story may sound funny that annoys the teacher.

Yet, the lesson is as clear as a cloudless day.

The boy didn't only "think outside the box"

To get away from drawing a real animal

But he also kept his horse inside the box.

Sorry, but his problem solving skills

Didn't work, much less gained him an award. 😉

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright © May 27, 2022

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

#ILAMagazine

#thinkingoutsidethebox

#monthlychallenge

#truestory

SUNSET BY THE HARBOUR

By Leah C Dancel

SUNSET BY THE HARBOUR

(Dedicated to Lucy Trecasse and Nene Mam one)

It was a gorgeous day

Mother Nature took a breathing space

Which gave leeway to a happy place

For all to have fun and play.

Tired and weary, the weather dashed for a respite

From puffing strong blistering gelid air

And winds obeyed and ceased his gale of laughter

That benumbed everyone's sagging spirit.

With friends coming for a special trip

A cruise around the harbour quay.

I went ahead to find our cruise ship

By the wharf it anchored ere its voyage into the sea. 

I found the berth at last to my relief

After such a long walk I mastered in disbelief.

On reaching the end, the arvo sun was brighter still

With its glorious golden rays beaming at will.

People were standing tall - enthralled by the glowing orb

They lined by the rail as I leaned over unperturbed

Transfixed by the splendour sparks going down

To its throne to rest bedecked with a jewelled crown.

The harbour quay couldn't be silenced by awe

As all gasped at the beauty appearing in view

The sunset became the object of woo

As I sang in joyful praise before I waved adieu.

©Leah C Dancel

Copyright © June 11, 2022

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

Come My Love

Lifted from ILA Magazine

Come My Love

Come my love,

Come my Cashmere,

Before the cup of life is filled,

You aren't no man's land,

Let me crawl a little,

On the thorns of life,

Before I fall and fail in love.

What in man's nature,

You do love I know,

From all before health and wealth.

O' frail! O' fragile! O' brittle!

On what of your promises,

One can feed to believe,

But a poor strangled,

In the web of love,

When the men of world,

Break into, to enjoy,

The regime of beauties,

Dew pearled, pomegranate cheeks,

And the glance of radiant glow:

Like a black cloud cherishing,

Lavishly on the frost snow of moon.

© Saadat Ali Khan Noahan

I Have Many Shadows Though I am Alone

By Kawsar Khalil

✍️✍️✍️

I Have Many Shadows Though I am Alone

******

ABCCB    

I have many things to postpone 

I have many things to openly confess 

I have many things to patiently hedge 

I have many things to take off the pledge

I have many things to keep abreast

BCDDC

I have many things to warmly possess 

I have many vices to acknowledge

I have many grizzly offences at repose

I have many duds likely and suppose

I have many virtues falling off the edge

CDCCD

I have many bars to face with courage

I have many steps that need to depose

I have many neurons to file my knowledge 

I have many ideas to grow like fledge 

I have many fingers to point and expose

 

DABBA

I have many days lost like a withered rose

I have many things to hire and hone

I have many sorrows I die to express

I have many days to stand up and quest

I have many shadows though I am alone

® Kawsar Khalil

     Valley of Kashmir, India

FROM THE SEEDS

By Nikita Gill

✍️✍️✍️

One day when you wake up, 

you will find that you've become a forest.

You've grown roots and found strength in them

that no one thought you had. 

You have become stronger and more beautiful,

full of life giving qualities. 

 You have learned to take all the negativity around you,

and turn it into oxygen for easy breathing. 

A host of wild creatures live inside you,

and you call them stories. 

A variety of beautiful birds nest inside your mind,

and you call them memories. 

You have become an incredible self sustaining thing of epic proportions. 

And you should be so proud of yourself,

of how far you have come from the seeds of who you used to be.

FLOWERS, GRASSES and TREES

By Leah C Dancel

FLOWERS, GRASSES and TREES

(Dedicated to Bubba Zana)

Nature sings in flowers

Showcasing its wonders

In the eyes of a little child

Her innocence and curiosity

Arose in silent scrutiny

In each petal, soft and velvety.

Nature sings in grasses

A green carpet laid on

The soft surface of the earth

Each broad or slender leafy touch

Awaken her senses

As tender as her mind comprehends.

Nature sings among the trees

In all seasons of the year;

Annual or perennial doesn't matter.

Trees are the best of friends

In them flow an awesome spring 

For all its grandeur only God creates.

©Leah C. Dancel

Copyright © June 13, 2022

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

JOURNEY

By Leah C Dancel

Crossing oceans for others

Who can't even lift a paddle 

For you when you're drowning

Who can't hold your shaking hands

As you cross an unstable bridge...

Who never care to hold your umbrella

When you're drenching under a savage storm

But watch you melting in a raging furnace of trials

Of all life's cruel challenges

And only remember you as it suits them..

Those are the ones who do not deserve

To be with you on your journey ...

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright ©June 9, 2022

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

MY WISH, HOPE and PRAYER

By Jeffrey Dacanay Cejero

Theme: Sweet Dreams

My Wish, Hope and Prayer

When burden was too much heavy,

He was there to carry my mountain.

When the sky was disturbed by storm,

He was there to blow away my hard rain.

When war erupted with so much rage and pain,

His embrace protected me from bullets and disdain.

I'm not referring to superman but to my father.

He was the sword that could cut every adversity.

He was the diamond shield protecting me from darkness.

He was the wind supporting me to reach the sky

But my father was just an ordinary human

With limits and whose life was already judged by time.

And tonight is another moment to meet my father again.

I'm begging the heaven to please allow him to visit me.

I miss him so much- his face, his voice... everything about him.

May this night give me back my father.

May this night be filled of sweet dreams.

May my wish, hope and prayer be granted!

NEVER SURRENDER

By Jeffrey Dacanay Cejero

When the moon and the stars refused to shine,

Doesn't mean that you have the darkest night.

Gather every firefly, every piece of light

And surely, you will have a night that's bright.

When the land is covered with snow,

Doesn't mean that every tree is dead.

Gather every love that’s flaming in red

And surely, spring will about to spread.

When heaven started to agonize,

Doesn't mean that the sun will forever hide.

Gather every smile, search happiness far and wide

And surely, a rainbow will be by your side.

When your dreams are broken, shattered into pieces

Doesn't mean that your life has already ended.

Gather every thread of hope, never to be defeated

And surely, you're a victor because you've never surrendered!

SEEK REFUGE WITH MOTHER NATURE

By Hedda Tady

There is no shame in accepting weariness of the world, for indeed, perhaps we are unaware, but this home is no longer the same as the one of old. This one takes bites off of you from every corner. This one demands, exacts a price, that all too often is too steep to bear for one human.

But that is ok.

Tell yourself you are ok.

Sometimes, you don’t need to produce something totally grand.

Sometimes, good is enough.

And sometimes, when life has become a little too cold, harsh, difficult, look to ones that hold you in their silence.

There, seek comfort.

And when that does not work, run to the woods, walk along the shores. There, seek solace. There, find yourself again. 

Each one is far too preoccupied with living, surviving, thriving. You make plans, you set your eyes towards the future, but you find, the future could not wait for you. It went on ahead, leaving you groping for a new kind of tomorrow.

Hurt, pained, but all of these is nothing but of your own making. When you allowed your heart to walk outside your chest, sometimes, someone runs away with it. Sometimes, in their hurrying to tomorrow, they didn’t see it lying on the ground. Stepping over it, on it, dead weight on your heart.... it happens. 

Let go.

Set eyes kindly on the other, for they too, are just making the best out of nothing that the world has become. They too, are just making an effort to grow old leaving not trash but gold. 

So, walk along the shores.

Talk to a tree.

Run your hands along flowers in the garden that is life. 

Run to the mountains.

And for a bit, seek refuge in Mother Nature. Until, you find that your heart is back in the protection of your chest, not lying all vulnerable, on the ground, for others to trample.

*Written May 28, 2021, FB page : Melancholic Reverie.

I Have Many Shadows Though I am Alone

By Kawsar Khalil

I Have Many Shadows Though I am Alone

******

ABCCB    

I have many things to postpone 

I have many things to openly confess 

I have many things to patiently hedge 

I have many things to take off the pledge

I have many things to keep abreast

BCDDC

I have many things to warmly possess 

I have many vices to acknowledge

I have many grizzly offences at repose

I have many duds likely and suppose

I have many virtues falling off the edge

CDCCD

I have many bars to face with courage

I have many steps that need to depose

I have many neurons to file my knowledge 

I have many ideas to grow like fledge 

I have many fingers to point and expose 

DABBA

I have many days lost like a withered rose

I have many things to hire and hone

I have many sorrows I die to express

I have many days to stand up and quest

I have many shadows though I am alone

©

® Kawsar Khalil

     Valley of Kashmir, India

THE BALLAD of SUMMER

By Hum Ale

The Ballad of Summer 

The beautiful day showers 

In Shivi, the home of the herdsman

The gentle breeze wafts 

The fragrance of the grasslands

The perennial sound of cowbell 

Echoes from the distant prairie 

Caresses a beautiful aura of Summer 

The cattle graze under the azure sky  

Romp as assuage appetite 

The amiable rivulet flows a benign ode 

Soothes the heart of herdsman 

The trees dance in a beautiful cadence 

Beckons the arrival of the midday wind 

Bliss sprinkles when rain falls 

The herdsman leaps with bamboo conical hat 

Longing the days to brisk swiftly 

Cicadas shrills song as the evening bids

Shivi nestles within its own chronicle 

(C) Hum Ale 

PC: Hum Ale

SUMMER IN THE BEACH

By Leah C. Dancel

SUMMER IN THE BEACH

I miss our summer

And the warm days full of fun and laughter;

Trav'ling o'er the mountains

And passing through its gentle terrains

Till we get to the open sea

With alluring fine white sandy beaches.

There we camp our shady tent;

Excitement fills our hearts' content.

Cool and refreshing is the ocean breeze;

How inviting the waves with playful crests!

Down the water; we crawl, dip, float, and wade -

Endless fun and happy mem'ries will never fade.

©Leah C. Dancel

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"At the beach, life is different. Time doesn't move hour to hour but mood to moment. We live by the currents, plan by the tides and follow the sun." ~Sandy Gingras