Steeples - C.Lynn
Gracing horizons over all the world
the markers
places of worship
places meant to honor the One who gave us all
Creator of all
yet do people heed the call
Do they offer their thanks
do they take Him to mind
or give thoughts only of the briefest kind
Do the steeples any longer draw the people in
or merely blend with the horizon
disappear in the haze
as people are more concerned
with other things to fill their days
It has turned cold again. 
but I hear they've had snow in Minnesota and Wisconsin, so I'm not going to complain.
Today's poem - day 16, April 16, 2014
Youth
O glorious youth
how quickly you have flown
remembering when I was a youth
and could not wait, to be grown
O the carefree days
now long gone -
down life's weary path
we've traveled on
Grasping where we can
at the joys of yore
as we pass
from here to fore
With every passing year
the bones get a little creakier
the joints
a little squeakier
But happier days we do remember
and still enjoy to reminisce
to recreate where we can
that carefree, joyful, bliss 
by, C.Lynn
I got this idea when I saw JusticeMom's title today. 
Hijinks 
and Cabin fever
Cabin fever
when you get tired of staying in
it is the time
when a lot of hijinks begin
bored to silliness
the silly begins
a time to pull pranks
for which you'll get no thanks
no where to go
nothing to do
can cause people
to go a little lulu
whether alone by themselves
or with others as targets
they can find the most
uncanny things to do
sometimes you'd think they'd been raised in
(or escaped from)
a zoo.
I so often wish I could capture the myriad of birdsong that I hear from my porch.
Music to my ears.
And at night I have frog song.
It's what I imagine it to be like in a rain forest.
I'm seeing squirrels this year, which is nice because last spring I didn't seem to have any.
I don't know what happened to them. I remember hearing foxes that summer. Do foxes catch and eat squirrels?
Anyway, it has been a beautiful spring day here today. Couldn't ask for better.
So, I have not been able to come up with a poem for hijinks, but I can share a story... my one and only story.
Having only one sister, and rather stern parents,
there weren't alot of hijinks at my house...
even dad would get in trouble when he tried.
Mom was not fond of nonsense and neither am I.
The only trick I remember was the one pulled by my sister,
when one night she crawled under my bed and waited for me to get in it...
I was about 7 or 8...
then she started to shake the bed,
and when I looked over the side she popped her head out scaring me half to death.
I don't think I've ever recovered.
I've been afraid of things hiding under the bed ever since.
Gosh it is so weird how threads of my life seem to weave together...
I've recently started watching, The Duggars
I recently was given prompts to write poems for...
One was encouragement... a word that has come up over and over again as I am watching the Duggar episodes.
The other was Hijinks...
Now tonight, doing a little research into the Duggar family, I come across this sentence in a NewsWeek
article about them:
"Though the Duggars do describe themselves as conservative Christians, in reality, they follow a
belief system that goes far beyond "Cheaper by the Dozen" high jinks."
How odd is that?
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