We have a lot of talented folks here and it would be a shame to not feature those creative spurts!

This is the place, I'll start us off!

Betty

If you click on Full Screen you can read it!

Betty

Very cute Betty!

Dorian

Dorian, thank you! I love your Poems so post them here. I just scanned mine and put it as a photo!

Betty

Betty
That was my next question how to post if we didn't have a photo of it. I have written several poems over the years will post one soon that I posted here back when I first came to BC about a friend of mine and Christmas.

wonderful poem, betty! you are a woman of many, many talents!!

A Christmas Remembered

A Scene of all beauty that comes from the heart;
A Christmas filled with love from the start.
Snuggled cozy and warm in a quilt of down;
Taking a sleigh ride through the town.
Snowfall glistening in the distance below;
Listening to Sleigh Bells jingle the further we go.
Trees arrayed in twinkling lights and a new fallen snow;
Thawing bye the fire from the frosty chill which blows.
Children laughing, roasting marshmallows fill the air;
Apple cider piping hot, to warm the heart and soul.
Into my life you will come to stay;
Sharing many joyous and happy days.
Giving smiles, hugs, laughter and praise;
My love for you, unconditional, forever and always.
A Christmas remembered filled with goodies galore;
Treasured in the heart for evermore.

Deborah Owens
December 18, 2003
Revised July 9 2005


This poem can be found at Poetry.com

Betty
I finally figured out how to read it...

Your poem is wonderful thanks for opening up a page for our poetry.

This was written for the ugly quilt swap last year:


T’was the morn of Friday the 13th
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring;- not even my computer mouse.
My Christmas swap blocks were laid on the table with care,
In hopes that the final one soon would be there.
Dalmatian fabric lay strewn across my bed
As visions of new quilts danced in my head;
I sat down to sew, with a cat in my lap
(he was preparing for a mid-morning nap!)
When out in the street there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter!
Away to door I hobbled quite slowly,
Tripped over the dog and he growled, though lowly.

The overcast sky, as bright as the pre-dawn,
Lent a quality of eeriness to the scene on my lawn,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Michigan State Trooper and eight trucks in the rear.
With the look on his face, I was filled with great guilt
For I knew in a moment it was that Big Ugly Quilt!
More rapid than eagles, these specialists they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name;
"Now EPA! Now CDC! S.W.A.T. team over here!
Go DPW! Go Army Corps of Engineers!
Down the street, across the lawn, get to work all!
So then we can dash away, dash away all!"
The sirens did blare, the sirens did scream,
It all seemed like a very bad dream;
And the lights bathed my house in a constant red glow.
Oh, how I wished they all would just go!

They spoke not a word, but each went to his job.
(I thought I saw one give me a wink and a nod!)
The first to come up my drive, for this was the path by which my guest would arrive,
Were men dressed in white- air packs strapped to their girth;
They swept the drive clean of both leaves and of earth.
Next came the Army men who built an arbor over which they did drape
Large sheets of thick plastic so no ugliness could escape!
Next came the CDC doctors- with needles in their grip,
They seemed quite delighted by the shots in my hip!
Only then, when the scene was completely sterilized
Came one lone man who I soon realized
Was my mailman, Steve, and the look on his face was one of total relief.
As he handed off the package, he was heard to have said
One simple sentence that filled me with dread!
“Meg, these swaps must stop today for the simple reason- I don’t get hazard duty pay!
“Our mission’s complete!” shouted the trooper with glee
And soon my yard was as empty as before the delivery.
I heard him call out to me, “By the way, Captain Kirk won’t be here, see,”
As he dispersed the neighbors who had gathered like seagulls,
“Scottie beamed him down to a show called ‘Boston Legal!’


with sincere apologies to Clement Moore

Great Poem Meg! See I knew this was a good idea! Come on Doreen where are your poems?

Thank you Cindy!

Betty