Lend a listening ear.
You never know when you might go deaf.
I love you more now
than I did before I met you.
You know you're getting old
when you can't find your teeth.
when you can't find your teeth.
Spring Has Sprung
Believe it or not spring is here.This morn I smelled it in the air.
In the mid of March with traces of snow
Spring had sprung and this I know.
The sound of the Red Wing came alive
And proved the birds of spring had arrived.
A melodious trill dancing on the wind
Reassuring like the voice of an old friend.
The many trees standing tall today
With their naked branches of solemn gray
Will bedeck themselves with leaves of green
Boldly adding to the beauty of spring.
The bright, warm sun with all its power
Will evoke the vibrant color of flowers.
The determined Crocuses will have their chance
Then its a time for the Daffodils to dance.
The Autumn Olive with an opulent smell
Draws the soul from a winter's shell.
Lilacs of violet bloom fragrant too
Helping to chase away the moods of blue.
As I look out over the barren field
I imagine what crop they will yield.
Shimmering fields of golden hues
Tempt the mind to a wandering muse.
Believe it or not spring is here.
I awoke this morning, smelled it in the air.
In the mid of March with traces of snow
Spring had sprung and this I know.
- Luann O'Dell (3/27/02)
'Round The sun comes up
Writer's Block
The sun goes down
And in between
My world goes ‘round ‘Round by the chickens
They gather by the gate
Up since early dawn
They cluck, “why are you late?” Rabbits in their cages
‘Round and ‘round they go
Eager to see me
Through summer and through snow Kittens ’round my feet
Meow when they hear me
They roll on their backs
So fat bellies I see The goats do follow me
Talking all the while
‘Round the pen we go
All in single file ‘Round in the pasture
Oh, my Glory be
With a bright, ready neigh
What a sight to see! Though quiet as can be
The fish are happy too
In colors orange and green
‘Round the pond they go Rocky and rooster
A fence between the two
‘Round and ‘round they spar
Over hens numbering few Round the little farm
All through the day
From garden to river
I make my way Birds sing their song
Through rain or shine
So peaceful it is
'Round this world of mine - Luann O'Dell
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| Winter Cold |
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| Shades |
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| Dream |
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| Rain, Rain |
Spinning Moon Farm (haiku)
Bucks, does and babies Shelter, straw, feed, lots of love Hard work everyday All through winter cold Keeping ice off the water Food in their tummies Spring rains are a pain There is water everywhere Try to keep them dry Kids abound to play While Angora coats grow long Summer grass feeds all Sheared coats in the fall Make roving to spin and knit Warm socks and mittens Lots of work and joy No better place than my life At Spinning Moon Farm
- Luann O'Dell
Hole
Leave me be in this darkened hole of mine Ever so black and well confined I see not the world beyond these walls Nor want to acknowledge loved ones calls With despair and sadness I line my bed Upon my trivials I lay my head Wrapped in a growing numbness Not feeling more; living less In this hole let me wallow Ever so deep and yet so shallow Do not try to find this darkened space It is mine; a well-secluded place I burrow to be free From maddening things I cannot see Heavy tears are my only company Long awaiting trial inside of me A judgement of death ever so slow Wishing time would surely speed the blow But with time, ongoing life shines its light To stir within the desire to fight The want to emerge will arrive Instead of death I choose to survive!
- Luann O'Dell
Silence of Time
When first I saw you Memories in plaid A look Unspoken in time Quiet reflection Of a kiss Lingered breathlessly On lips of thunderous silence Between time and reality I'm lost in your eyes Holding you near Heartbeats entwined Time has slipped by Leaving memories still warm Reality takes hold Testing the strength of silence You move away Ensnaring what is mine Out of reach You linger on air I stand and pause For I know what is within A look, a kiss The silence of time
- Luann O'Dell
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| Fluttering Wings |
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| Insanity |
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