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

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Poetry: ~A Park of my Heart~

September 15, 2013 Sheila 9 Comments

A drive through The Narrows,

To reach, a park of my heart,

Where a river flows through,

A lagoon at its center.

Happy times spent there,

Sunday mornings,

Hubby and I, hand in hand,

Our girls at our side.

Other times, picnics with friends,

Good eats, shared lives,

Laughter and love,

Once a Black bear sighting, oh my.

Solitary wandering,

Camera in hand,

In a park of my heart,

Offering itself, for me to admire.

Small creatures,

Bees, Honey and Red- tailed,

Butterflies, Dragonflies, Damselflies,

Pleasing Fungus Beetles and Spiders on violets.

Robins, Stellar Jays,

Magpies, old grouchy Crows,

Call it home,

In a park of my heart.

Lilies and berries,

Long willowy vines,

Cottonwoods, reaching for the sky,

Aspens that should not have scars.

A flower dresses in pinks and lime,

Wildflowers of many colors,

Memorial bouquets planted, remembrance of love ones,

This park, a park of my heart, loved by many.

A river runs through it,

Usually gentle, calm,

Its presence marked by time,

Its strength, boulders small and large, at its side.

A river runs through it,

Creating melodies of sound,

Leaving notes of joy,

As it flows by.

Tall reeds leading,

To the lagoon at its center,

One can get happily distracted,

Sitting, gazing into these pools.

What will we all do,

Our hearts have been broken,

A drive through The Narrows, can’t be done,

I am sad, a park of my heart Is gone.

I took these photos and those I have been posting of my September 5, 2013 outing to Viestenz Smith Mountain Park.

This note from my dear friend Gale about the flood that has destroyed ~A Park of My Heart~. It is also a park of her heart.

From Gale: The metal you see is what remained of the hydro-electric plant that was devastated in the 1976 flood which crested at 9.31′ this flood crested the morning after this photo at 10.55′ – might not be much left…

Photos, of the flood, Gale sent as captured by reporters:

Viestenz Smith mountain park about 9 AM Thursday (9/12/13)

Big Thompson Canyon (Hwy 34 from Loveland to Estes Park, CO

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Poetry~Rainy Days~

September 12, 2013 Sheila 7 Comments

Dreary, rainy days,

softly as drops fall,

perspective speaks.

Look inward, heart tells all,

depending what you seek,

rainy days may be cheery.

It has been raining here in northern Colorado for the last four days. The rain, from my perspective, has been most welcome, because it has been dry for several weeks.

However, I have learned, as I am getting ready to post, that our heavy rains are causing flooding in parts of the Big Thompson Canyon and mandatory evaluations are being ordered. Flooding has also been reported in Loveland and in surrounding areas.

For friends that read by blog and camped this spring at Riverview Campground; it was evaluated this morning at 8:00am. This campground sits right next to the Big Thompson River.

Here is a link to the story written in the Reporter Herald, Loveland’s newspaper.

http://www.reporterherald.com/news/loveland-local-news/ci_24077971/flooding-is-occurring-at-sylvan-dale-guest-ranch

I guess I need to pay more attention to the news!

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Poetry: ~In Pink and Lime she Dresses~

September 10, 2013 Sheila 5 Comments

In pink and lime, she dresses,

displaying her allure, boldly,

a tenebrous, little lady,

inviting admiration,

seductively, she poses.

By Sheila: September 10, 2013

Almost obscured by other flowers and foliage, this little jewel invited me to taken her picture. I took this photo last week on September 5, 2013, during my jaunt up the Big Thompson Canyon. I hope you enjoy her beauty as much as I do.

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Poetry~Branded Egotism~

September 9, 2013 Sheila 6 Comments

Once my bark, reflected beauty,

smooth, strong and pretty.

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Pride felt, standing in my meadow,

providing food, shade for many a fellow.

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My branches, a home to countless lives,

birds build nests and thrive.

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Now ugly and scarred, as you can see,

slowly dying, deep inside.

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On to my being, egos branded,

why people feel the need, let’s be candid.

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They can’t just look upon my existence,

admiring my purpose from a distance.

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With assault complete, they leave,

a piece of my soul, bereaved.

By Sheila: September 9, 2013

Look closely at this Aspen Tree and you will see how many times people have carved their initials, their names and even statements in to the bark. To me this is sad.

I took this photo on September 5, 2013.

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Poetry: ~A Spider’s Web~

September 7, 2013 Sheila 4 Comments

droplets of water

graces a spider’s web

forming illusions of reflection

tell me, what you see

☼☾☆

when you gaze into these drops

dreaming from the heart

are they borrowed or yours

tell me, sincerely

☼☾☆

when the glow softens, at the end of this day

and twilight dims the light

reflections turn inward

tell me, what transpires

☼☾☆

droplets of water

gracing a spider’s web

now forming reflections of reality

tell me, what you believe

☼☾☆

reflections, of the heart

must always find their way

becoming reflections in the mind

so they can emerge again, tell me

By Sheila: September 7, 2013

I captured this spider’s web on September 5, 2013, as I walked around a nature park in the Big Thompson Canyon. The spider build it’s web up against a big boulder and was almost hidden among some foliage. I took the shot looking straight down.