In the Land of Make Believe Where the fairies fly Amongst the dancing leaves; Butterfly laughter fills the air As the beats from their wings Paint a rainbow trail; That tickles the nose Of the mushroom King Who sneezes, then begins to sing; With a soothing voice that travels Loud and clear To the… Read More Make Believe
Wings… That guide Wings… Of strength Wings… Of healing Wings… Of faith Wings… Of comfort Wings… That shelter When the weight of the world Pushes and holds us down Wings… Promise the lost That we are found
Tricky Jr. Is hard at work Searching and digging Where once, Mr. Stinky did squirt; His noxious fumes Drove Ms. Fancy away And made Sheriff Grumpy Move up his hibernation day; But none of that stops Tricky He’s got plenty to do There’s mouths to feed And his Dad, Tricky Sr., to subdue; His stubborn… Read More Tricky Jr.
All worries Weigh you down As dead weight let them Fall to the ground; Place all troubles Under your feet And stomp to pieces With a breath of relief; Soon new thoughts Will begin to sprout And live as a canopy Shading self-doubt; A symbol of all That could (and should be) When nurtured with… Read More Could and Should
There’s a new Sheriff In backyard town Who’s all business There’s no playing around; He’s rearranged the galley Where Mr. Stinky once called home And redecorated the parlor Where Ms. Fancy leisurely roamed; Sheriff Grumpy wastes no time He’s clearly here to stay He’s dug his holes And made a dirt bed to lay; His… Read More Sheriff Grumpy
A place holds memories Of all who came before Of the one who built its walls To the last to lock its doors; It’s the layers of the people And all the memories they’ve made That live on forever In the places, they have stayed; It’s what makes you think If only these walls could… Read More Layers
Mr. Stinky’s moved on He’s packed up his things Scurried along, but what will His vacancy bring? It didn’t take long For a new critter to appear After all, a warm place to stay Is in high demand this time of year; She isn’t the cutest To look at, you see But unlike Mr. Stinky… Read More Ms. Fancy
How quickly you turn From friend to foe When over the edge Too much of you flows; Drowning dry land Where once there was drought Stranding good people With no easy way out; We’ll wait for you To recede again Once contained in your bankings We’ll again call you friend
Dear Mr. Stinky, Please go away You came without notice We never asked you to stay; Coming and going Just as you please With your tail in the air A smell left on the breeze; You dig out the dirt And squeeze under the door Into the crawlspace You freely explore; Leaving us guessing When… Read More Mr. Stinky
Do we really need a sign This time of year When the water flows free And the current runs clear; As the sun beats down On this warm summer day The children splash Laugh and play; In a pond free of ice Warmed by the sun No one has thoughts Of winter skating fun; Until… Read More Thin Ice
Jessica M. Collette 
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