Category Archives: Poetry

Never in my life have I attempted to write poetry; however I am currently enjoying trying.

~Forest Wonders~

Heart of Hearts
Heart of Hearts

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Open  your eyes and you will see,

Amazing sites all for free.

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Mother nature provides a show,

A bounty of wonders that slowly grow.

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Show your respect,

She is fragile, in many aspects.

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Marvel at her beauty and works of art,

Celebrate her creations with love in your heart.

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I took these photos, this week, in Ray Roberts Lake State Park. 

All photos: SkyeRiver Photography ©Sheila de Laneuville

Enjoy the Journey!

~Tennis Balls on the Forest Floor?~

Tennis Bals on the forest floor.
Tennis Bals on the forest floor.

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Big, brainy, lime green, balls.

Just lying on the forest floor.

Have they fallen from the sky,

No matter, how deeply I try;

I can’t begin to offer a guess,

What could have made this mess;

Just lying on the forest floor.

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How, who, what placed them there,

If they have a purpose, please share,

Everywhere I look, I see more,

A rather unlikely decor;

Just lying on the forest floor.

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Big, brainy, lime green, balls,

Just Lying on the forest floor.

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Brainy Lime Green Balls
Brainy Lime Green Balls

I took these photos, this week, at Ray Roberts Lake State Park.

All photos: SkyeRiver Photography ©Sheila de Laneuville

These are called Osage Orange or “Hedge Balls”. Information below taken from the web:

Osage Orange (Maclura pomifera) is a relatively small, unusually twisted, and frequently multitrunked tree with a small natural range in northern Texas, southeastern Oklahoma, and neighboring parts of Arkansas that roughly coincides with the historical home of the Osage Indians. Because they and other native groups used its wood to make bows, French explorers called the tree “bois d’arc,” and it is still sometimes referred to colloquially as “bodarc” or “bodock.” The range of the Osage orange expanded dramatically between 1840 and 1880 when, before the development of barbed wire, it was seen as the best and cheapest way to control livestock on the Great Plains. When planted close together and appropriately pruned, its branches and spiny thorns make a nearly impenetrable hedge able to turn away any animal larger than a bird or a rabbit. While it remains common in Illinois, Iowa, Missouri, Kansas, and Nebraska and present even in many eastern states, Osage orange fell from general use as cheaper fencing materials became available in the late nineteenth century.

Enjoy the Journey! 

~A Tangled Web She Weaves~

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A tangled web she weaves,

Inviting those she receives,

Doesn’t take long to grieve,

You see, no one gets to leave.

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A Tangled Web she Weaves
A Tangled Web she Weaves
A Side View
A Side View
A Beautiful Spider
A Beautiful Spider
Looks like a youger one
Looks like a youger one

We saw these beauties as we were hiking along a trail in Ray Roberts Lake State Park.

All photos: SkyeRiver Photography ©Sheila de Laneuville

Enjoy the Journey!

~What are you doing on my new Michelins”

"Get off of there"
“Get off of there”

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Do it with flair,

 Jump off of there.

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You will be going round and round,

It won’t be homeward bound;

Jump off of there.

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The spin will make you dizzy,

Your brain will be in a tizzy;

Jump off of there.

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I’am going to charge you fare,

You must take care;

Jump off of there.

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Do it with flair,

Jump off of there.

What are you doing on my Michelins?
What are you doing on my Michelins?
It appears as if the Michelin man is trying to pull the Praying Mantis off.

While we were camping at Copper Breaks State Park outside of Quanah, TX,  we encountered Praying Mantis everywhere. They liked hanging on to the coach tires; I believe for the heat.

Notice, the little leg hanging on to the rubber stub on the tire. I when outside to get something out of one of the bays and came back inside with one on my ear! Yikes!

All photos:: SkyeRiver Photography ©Sheila de Laneuville

Enjoy the Journey!

Poetry:~Chick-a-Dee, Dee, Dee~

Chick-a-Dee, 

Dee, Dee she calls,

With steady precision,

 Glides in swiftly, 

Picks a treat,

Working hard.

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With her treasure, 

Flies to a branch, 

Seed held tight, 

She hammers away,

Until she succeeds,

Devouring her meal.

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Chick-a-Dee, 

Dee, Dee she calls,

Back and forth, 

Back and forth,

She repeats her need,

Working hard.

 

Black-Capped Chickadee
Black-Capped Chickadee

While drinking a cup of coffee this morning, from the comfort of our living room, we watched a little Chickadee consume her breakfast. 

 

She worked hard trying to nourish herself. She was dealing with cloudy skies, cold temperatures and breezy winds.

Photo, from my archives, taken this summer.