Surprise
I was surprised to find these interesting patterns in the paling fence in my backyard.
If I “open my eyes”,
Perhaps I will see
The things of beauty
that lie around me.
“Normal” and “everyday”
Though they appear
I may be happily surprised
If I take myself near.
Appreciation
Nature has carved her patterns
into a trunk of white.
And my eyes are blessed to see
her art work:a wondrous sight!
Awe
The workmanship in these cloisters amazes me and leaves me in awe of those who erected them. The times did not provide all the modern machinery available today.
I love the patterns; both those in the brickwork and its design, and especially those that the sun makes as it shines through the archways.
In days of yore
That have gone before,
When the kids and friends were come.
There was lots of noise
From girls and boys,
Within our modest home.
So every day
That came my way
When everyone was out,
I counted blest!
Though I loved it best
When they were all about.
But then came years
That brought the tears
When hubby left this earth.
And children found
A newer ground
In their own family’s birth.
So now the pattern of my days
Has changed in many, many ways,
And quiet hours oft I see.
Thus I count the times as best
And feel that I am very blest
When my family come to visit me.
Effy
from heart to head 