Friday, June 29, 2012

Times Have Changed

plastic tupperware bowls
of cheerios
kool aid stained lips
my hand me downs
are too big for my hips
no name sneakers


taste the smell of 
earth's soil
can remember the smell of
rain on the sidewalk
barefoot for the week
stubbed toes and drinks
from the garden hose



throwing rocks
skidding bicycle tires
exploring through the 
woods
stepping in the mud
just the way we should


lunch of peanut butter 
and jelly
sweat dripped down our
bellies
more time spent outside
grass stained jeans
and mosquito bites
on sunburned skin


taste the salt in 
my throat
skin hot to touch
sand in my hair
and down there
the beach was our
boat


piles of crisp autumn 
leaves
long flannel sleeves
corduroy pants
jump in the colors
like a child dance


bundled up with socks
on hands and toes
red cheeks and a rosy
nose
build a snow fort or 
tunnel
snowball fight don't
tell mother



run around outside
not constantly on 
their mind
dirty hands and skinned
knees
can i stay out longer
please

toys found of objects
and imagination
we went to the moon
and space stations
climbed fences and
trespassed neighbors'
yards

hide-n-seek turned to
man hunt
baseball games with a
bunt
dirt filled shoes
forgot the socks
bath water turned
dark

the street lights are on
childhood friends to bond
sleep well from time spent
see you tomorrow to 
the day lent 


L.J.S. 6/29/12















Sunday, June 24, 2012

Starting New



Uncluttered space
Breathing room
An untouched desire
A flower to bloom
Air to admire
A new place

Simplicity to be
Sense of clear
Center in peace
Thoughts to share
Heart to lease
Begin in me

L.J.S. 6/24/12

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Unsung Life Song

Clearly there is a plan and purpose
Even for the worse of us
I wonder why some lose their way
Young soul, you could say
Desperation, lack of aspirations
Self-gratifications
It controls the free will of one
Never mind their daughter or son
Why did you have to go so young?
Before your life song was sung?
L.J.S. 7/4/10
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Friday, July 2, 2010

I AM

Art and Soul art quilt classImage by slowlysheturned via Flick
I am the words I speak.
I am the tears I weep.
I am the experience of the times left behind.
I am the memories in my mind.
I shall not fear the silence my soul knew before I took my first breath,
I shall not fear the silence my soul will know when I take my last.


~L.J.S. - 7/1/2010
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