Summer

Autumn Morning On Lake Ann


Good morning from the traveling lakeside deck ~ 46 degrees!

Out & about on Lake Ann ~ Thank you God for this beautiful morning!

My writing ~
Taking in the cold morning mist
Rising over Lake Ann’s autumn waters
So full of Ozark sights & sounds
Blue sky & clean mountain air

Looking to see
That marvelous circling splash
Right below the dock

Out wondering
A Blue Heron & Kingfisher
Perch over the water & fly into a tree
I wonder if they are doing the same
Finding the glory in your name

Fall, Friendship, Summer

Empty Chairs

Empty chairs…
Sit on an empty garden deck,
Shadowed tall by the wild cherry tree.
A hidden garden, private from all,
But the birds, insects, squirrels and me.
The only conversation I hear….
A faint train whistle drawing near,
The distant murmur of city traffic,
And the drone of insects in the night.

Bright shines the swollen moon.
I’m thinking you will be here soon.
But no, not tonight or tomorrow…
There are just a few days to borrow.
You have other roads to take,
Other commitments to make.
I only feel a quiet sorrow.

Empty chairs…
Purchased for sharing morning sun and moonlit moments…
I feel the cool breeze fill the empty space…
A remembered scent of you is just a trace.
And in my mind, I see you there,
In the moon shadows of this night…
But there are only empty chairs and empty air.

by Donabelle Leecraft

Summer

Tree House


Good morning from the lakeside deck ~
Oh wow ~ Welcome to Fall in the Ozarks
We are 63 degrees! Rains last night brought in much cooler air!

I sit high in the trees
Overlooking my Lake Ann
Up where the squirrels build nests
And the birds find sanctuary
Where the green earth meets the sky
And the sky winds blow through
To find me sitting and watching
As the clouds rush by
I touch God’s eye

Summer

Seminole City

Help is on the way!

If you say safe – I say home
Let’s jump the train
And listen to the oil field pumpers

Pull on the blue & red derrick lights
And run across the horizon sky
Caught a glimpse from the welder’s dog house

We will climb the highest tree
Dashing back and forth
Across College street

We will camp out on well mowed lawns
In front of dad’s stone mason grill
Watching the stars go by

I believe you and I belong

Summer

To the Moon


Good morning from the lakeside deck ~

From Crystal Bridges American Made Exhibit ~ Scott-Irish American immigrant hand made illustrated book of psalms.

Psalm 8:3-5 When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers— the moon and the stars you set in place

My writing ~
Before dawn
Morning’s new star rising
Over these sweet hills

I would love to hand make a small book ~ maybe I shall!

And I say again ~
“I love you to the moon and back again and again”

Summer

A Blackjack Morning


Good morning from the lakeside deck ~

This morning ~
I sit deep into these Ozark woods
High upon a steep hill
Overlooking my sweet Lake Ann

Stark black branches
Hang and curl through
Heavily wooded forests
Of hickories & blackjack oaks
Backlit by new morning rays
Framing our quiet cove below

My spirit finds peace here
But it is a daily struggle
To return my well being
I tell myself
Everything will be OK
Things will work out
In time and in love

Then somehow my spirit rises
And I too can reach out and walk
Through these woods
Touched by their warmth
And ever giving life

Here ~
I draw from heaven and earth
I can find eternity
In the eye and hands of God’s green earth

Praying an unceasing prayer today ~
I pray for God’s blessings
May angels surround us
May the saints pray for us
May peace surround my family
And protect them

Summer

Wars Amid Wars


Who are we together
Who are the dying children
Who do we take care of

What if we pray an unceasing prayer
What if we embrace love and peace
What does history say

Where there is grief and tears
Where there is disaster and devastation
Where there is death and nothing but ruins

Why are we here again and again
Why do we fear and blame
Why do we judge others so harshly

When do we move from the heart
When do you say enough is enough
When do we let go of the fear and pain

How are we getting to a better place
How are we still so divided
How are we choosing our answers