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In fields wide, where signals dance and streams,
I've raised towers high, touched the sky's seams.
And I've laid beams, sturdy, across the lands,
Yet found my heart tied to simpler bands.
For in the humble dipole's gentle reach,
There lies a lesson that the skies do teach.
Complexity not always does one need,
When simple strings of wire can far exceed.
I've worn the cloak of wealth, pockets deep,
And I've felt the pinch, when ends don't meet.
But through the highs and lows, one truth endures:
The essence of action, which life secures.
Not in the riches, nor in the dearth,
But in the doing, we find our worth.
For towers may fall, and beams may decay,
But the spirit of a doer stays in play.
So let us cherish the old dipole's grace,
And in our actions, find our rightful place.
For in the end, it's not what we acquire,
But what we do, that lifts us higher.
In the realm where the bluebirds sing,
Two humble nests in springtime cling.
Spike O'Dell, with a curious eye,
Noticed one nest, under the sky,
Seemed not of bluebird make or kind—
A mystery nest, there to find.
With care, he reached to understand,
What creature had claimed this land.
But quick as lightning, from its lair,
Something darted through the air.
A bite or scratch, too fast to see,
Left Spike wondering, "What could it be?"
A photo taken, truth to tell,
Confirmed the tales Spike would dwell.
Not a bluebird, with feathers bright,
But a flying squirrel, in flight!
Nestled within, a surprise guest,
In the bluebird box, it chose to rest.
So let this tale remind us all,
Nature’s surprises, big and small.
In the dance of life, wild and free,
There’s more than what we think we see.
Spike’s adventure, by nests beguiled,
Shows the wonder of the wild.
March 10, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
One step at a time, let's tread this earth,
A journey of miles, starts with a single birth.
Each foot placed down with intent so clear,
Can change the world, near and dear.
With every step, let's plant a seed,
Of love, of hope, in every deed.
A tree that grows, tall and grand,
Spreading shade, across the land.
One smile, one word, of kindness spread,
Can lift a heart, heavy as lead.
A gesture small, a helping hand,
Can ripple out, across the sand.
Change doesn't call for grand displays,
But in simple acts, through everyday ways.
A choice to listen, to understand,
To walk in peace, across this land.
One step at a time, let's pave the way,
For brighter dawns, and kinder days.
For in each step, a chance resides,
To craft a world, where love abides.
So let's take that step, with hearts so bold,
To change the world, to shape its mold.
For step by step, with love as our guide,
We'll see the change, side by side.
March 10, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In a land where dreams weave through the air,
There's a vet, with a heart beyond compare.
In their clinic, where hope and healing meet,
There resides a comfort, gentle and sweet.
A dog, not just any, but one with a task,
In its presence, no fear, no mask.
To anxious souls, sick and frail,
This comfort dog tells a different tale.
With fur as soft as the morning's embrace,
And eyes that speak of a tranquil space.
It moves amongst those in need of a friend,
Whispering, "It's not the end."
No words are spoken, yet understood,
A bond in silence, for the greater good.
It's there to soothe, to calm, to ease,
In its presence, troubled hearts find peace.
"Everything will be alright," it seems to say, k
With every nuzzle, every stay.
Through its gentle touch, a magic flows,
Healing more than medicine knows.
In the US, this tale unfolds,
A story of compassion that never grows old.
A vet and a dog, in their care,
Show the world a love beyond compare.
So here's to the comfort dog, with a mission so bright,
Assisting, healing, bringing light.
In the realm of care, they stand tall,
Reminding us that love conquers all.
March 9, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the tapestry of life, where shadows play,
Where doubt and fear often sway,
There's a verse, a beacon of divine light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
"For God has not given us a spirit of fear,"
A whisper that draws the weary near,
"But of power, and of love, and of a sound mind,"
In these words, a promise we find.
With power, we rise above the storm,
Our spirits resilient, our hearts warm.
In love, a foundation, deep and profound,
Where compassion and kindness abound.
A sound mind, a gift, to discern and to guide,
In wisdom's embrace, we confidently stride.
Together, these virtues form a steadfast shield,
In their light, the path ahead is revealed.
Fear has no hold, no claim on our soul,
For we're cradled in arms that make us whole.
In every challenge, every trial we face,
We're empowered by an unending grace.
So let us walk, not in shadows, but in light,
With faith as our compass, and hearts burning bright.
For we are called, not to fear, but to soar,
With a spirit of power, love, and much more.
2Ti 1:7 for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.
March 9, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the heart of turmoil, where doubts arise,
Where the path ahead, obscured from our eyes,
A question lingers in the air, tense and grim,
To surrender or fight, on a whim?
But in this moment, a choice to be made,
Not of defeat, but of courage displayed.
To yield not to fear, but to a higher call,
Surrendering all, lest we fall.
To Him, we give our hopes, our dreams,
Our failures, our tears, our silent screams.
In surrender, we find a paradox so sweet,
In letting go, we're made complete.
For in the act of giving up control,
We find a strength that makes us whole.
God's promise comes alive, so real,
Equipping us with His zeal.
He arms us with grace, for every task,
In His presence, boldly we can bask.
With every step, through every trial,
He guides us, mile after mile.
So, when faced with the question, deep and dire,
To surrender or face the fire,
Choose to give everything, your all,
And watch as God breaks down every wall.
Through crisis, through storm, through darkest night,
Hold onto faith, hold onto His light.
For God will equip you, make you strong,
In His love, you'll find where you belong.
March 8, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the heart of my garden, under the whispering trees,
Mr. Fox found solace, a gentle, nurturing breeze.
Nine weeks ago, he wandered, into this life of mine,
Tame, yet wild, on freedom's fine line.
Sleeping 'neath the canopy, all wet and looking sad,
I thought of beds for comfort, to make his slumber glad.
Not for me, but for him, this haven I did weave,
An open door to enter and leave.
Critics may chatter, their words sharp and sour,
Misunderstanding my intent, in their judgemental hour.
But this is not captivity, nor a wish to tame,
Just a gesture of kindness, in life's harsh game.
His mate often joins him, in the night's silent hum,
Together they find refuge, from where they've come.
My partner and I, a promise we give,
For years to come, as long as we live.
In a world so fierce, my only quest,
Is to offer a bit of peace, a place to rest.
Elliana Bowers, that's me, trying to mend,
A bit of the broken, until the very end.
So, to the critics, I hope you see,
The heart of my actions, the wish to be free.
Not to own or to cage, but to kindly share,
A moment of comfort, in the chill evening air.
March 8, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In fields of green, under skies so wide and blue,
Two little pups, in a joyful rendezvous.
Charlie and Benny, brothers in heart,
Months away, yet never truly apart.
February's chill, since last they played,
Six hours away, their paths had strayed.
But today, oh joy, the wait does end,
With wagging tails, and love to send.
Charlie, ours, with eyes so bright,
Benny, hers, a joyful sight.
Paws entwine, in a furry embrace,
A picture of love, time cannot erase.
Still just pups, but their bond's so deep,
Memories cherished, forever to keep.
A hug that speaks more than words could ever,
A promise of friendship, breaking never.
So here they are, under the sun's gentle tether,
Charlie and Benny, together forever.
In every bark, and every nuzzle so tender,
A story of love, they'll always remember.
Created by
MarkWaldrop
I wasn't ready then, I'm ready now,
Through time's vast expanse, I've learned how.
A journey long, with trials strewn,
To find myself, to be immune.
I'm heading straight for you, no delay,
Through storm and calm, I find my way.
A compass set, my heart's true guide,
In you, my love, I now confide.
You will only be, eternally,
The beacon bright, in dark, I see.
In every dream, in every song,
With you, my heart, is where I belong.
The one that I belong to, it's clear,
Through every laugh, and every tear.
A bond so deep, it transcends time,
In every verse, in every rhyme.
So here I stand, with an open heart
Surrendering to your love never to part
I wasn't ready then, but now it's true,
I'm ready now, I belong to you.
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In lands so vast, beneath skies so wide,
Where dreams awaken and freedoms reside.
"God Bless America," we humbly plead,
In every whisper, in every deed.
American souls, so brave, so bold,
Crafting futures from the mold.
Blessed by God, on this path we trod,
Seeking justice, under His watchful nod.
From mountains majestic to oceans deep,
Across the plains, where the wheat fields sweep.
God's grace upon this land does shower,
Gifting strength, resilience, and power.
American spirit, fierce and free,
A beacon of hope, for all to see.
Blessed be God, in His glory and might,
Guiding us through, day and night.
"American Bless God," with grateful hearts,
For liberty and peace, in all our parts.
Together we stand, united, strong,
In God's grace, where we all belong.
May this land, under God's divine,
Forever in freedom and unity shine.
Bless America, land so grand,
Held and cherished, in His loving hand.
Created by
MarkWaldrop
