Coming back to share my Poems

GOOD MORNING FRIENDS!  Just letting you know I am still around and hoping to be creative soon. 

Please check back again soon.

Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart    

FIRST FROST...

Winter has arrived...

Inspired by the first frost on the shed roof.
November 9, 2012

Winter arrived
   by Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Winter arrived, there is frost 
   on the shed roof                      
The thermometer says thirty-six
  That is always the proof
That Winter has arrived.

The squirrels forage in my back yard
     If I throw them some nuts
They bury them in the hard
    cold ground.




I now need a coat to walk the dog
    Sometimes in a cold wet fog

That the Winter sun will take away

   As we walk swiftly along the way

So early in the morning.

In my mind I walk with Bill

Knowing he is gone, but still...

 He walks within my heart.

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The pansies in my flower box on the shed do not mind the cold at all.  They continue to bloom despite the cold and are known for being hearty.  The wind ribbon was made by my Daughter Barbara and I love watching the vibrant colors blow in the breeze from my window.

My inspiration for my poem starts out on a scrap of paper and any handy pen.  And my little companion, Lilly snuggles on my lap in the chill of the morning.

God is good, all is well.

Thank you for coming and do visit again soon and comment please...

My poetic heart to yours...

FALL CAME TIP-TOEING

FALL CAME TIPTOEING...
        by Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Fall came tiptoeing into my yard
Through fallen leaves that trees discard.
It comes with whispers through the leaves
Ablaze in glory of orange, brown and green.

Fall came tiptoeing as it put a chill in the air
Shriveling the remnants of garden fair
One last pepper clings to the stalk
I noticed it on my morning walk.

Fall came tiptoeing when I awoke to cold, crisp dawn
And placed heavy dew upon the browning lawn
Until the brilliant Autumn sun warmed the ground
And air and also my heart, I found.

I welcome the sounds and smells and sights of fall
The sound of raking leaves, geese flying North
                         above us all.
And though I love the seasons all,
My very favorite will always be Fall!

October 3, 2012

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Remembering....

REMEMBERING POEMS I WROTE WHILE CAMPING  6/8/11

Little Fish :)



Country Air
        ©by Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

It is amazing how fresh air can make the heart sing
How walking along a Lake's bank,
So much joy can bring!
Far away from cares and woes,
No shaving for Bill,
Anything goes!

Nothing but the sound of birds,
Our softened voices exchanging words,
Expressing our joy of God and nature.

God gave man a paradise
But man turned it into industrial space.
Filled it with noise, sins and folly
Man turned away from God's face
Leaving Paradise behind...

Can we not strike a happy medium?
Existing in the modern world
With God and not the loss of Eden?
Take time to enjoy all of God's gifts
And accept the role of caretaker
"to keep and till the earth."
And show our Lord your worth.

Do whatever you can to keep
Our air and water clean.
So we will not have to weep
Because we lost it all...

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BILL

   ©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

You sit in the chair, eyes closed

As I look upon your relaxed face

And thank God that we can still

  Share this camping space.

That you can still throw out a line

And catch a sunfish and feel fine

As you free it from your hook

  and line.

I love that we still walk hand in hand

Along Lake banks with soft brown sand

That we still laugh at simple things

That being together still makes our hearts sing

  And our love has never waned.

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   Note: We just came back this week from 3 days camping

And sweet hubby can no longer cast the line of his fishing

rod because it is too painful for him... 9/25/11