Cascading
Parading before my eyes
Sitting on the Columbia’s Southern bank…
Watching your yellow sailboat, motor on by.
... Ahh… if only the sail were to fly.
© jan leree 2012
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So much beauty,
Cascading Parading before my eyes Sitting on the Columbia’s Southern bank… Watching your yellow sailboat, motor on by. ... Ahh… if only the sail were to fly. © jan leree 2012
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This is a follow up of the Shoes page. Thank you for New Memories:
Shoes by the door … I love not having to keep score … Love the hugs these feet represent … Love that their time is precious, once again. © jan leree 2012 My poetry is tucked away…
Just out of reach … Through this crawl, Past the knoll … Near the beach, ... On the banks of the bay. © jan leree 2012 When poems do not come ... Stop along the water, And listen for one. (c) jan leree 2012 Last evening, Jonny Ashlock and I had dinner with Kayla Fioravanti, Dennis & Caiden, Elizabeth Ghormley & Dennis Ghormley, Mark Alan Effinger & Olivia, Tyler, Dean & Cheri Perry. Since we hadn't seen each other in 15 years, I was taking photos and realize today that I did not take photos with you guys and myself ... I do want you to know that I was there with you at least in spirit and this photo... is proof:
Being in the room … Really means, Experiencing the people… Feeling the lapse of time … Listening to the reasons, they have become, so fine. Being in the room … Does not mean “being the room”… It does mean staying, not leaving, not walking out … Just when the conversation was starting to bloom. Being in the room … Means staying, til the talk quiets down to the marrow… Staying, til the road of friendship, Merges to the bridge that is narrow. Thank you all, for building in this world a much better, tomorrow! ©2012 jan leree I had waited 15 long years, to cross from Portland to Vancouver ...
a seven mile bridge. I was afraid. I had no more tears. When I did cross, there was nothing there, but forgiveness... after all those years. What is keeping you, on your side of the river? Make the trek, by bike, plane, or on foot ... cross the seven mile bridge... to meet on forgiveness' ridge.
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AuthorMy name is Jan Leree. I am a nurse, legal nurse consultant, poet and above all, mother of four wonderful adult children. I am writing here from my own life experiences, in loss, in grief, in humor and in joy. I hope that you will find encouragement to face your life's circumstances by visiting my pages here. My heart and prayers are in a place to offer encouragement to you. The rights to the poetry and photographs are copyrighted to me. If you wish to purchase cards, post cards, calendars, or framed art of my work, you may do so. Email me at: [email protected] Archives
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