Bowmanauthor’s 4th of July Poem … Strike Up the Band!

 

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The JOHN HANCOCK is signed

We can easily find

The names quilled in ink

But does it make you think?

Our country needs everyone

To take a deep breath, exhale

And set out on a new trail

Listen to the wind blowing through parched minds

As it clears away the boundaries and lines

We are all citizens of the United States of America

We are all one, whole, connected, searching for Utopia

There may not be Utopia, but there isn’t Dystopia

We can rearrange; we can change or stay the same

It’s all up to you

To do what you believe to be true

Every heart, every soul, every red-blooded American girl or boy

Reach out your hand; take a stand; embrace each other with love and joy

I am alone this 4th of July

But if I cry

They will be tears of redemption

That will fill my emptiness

United We Stand

Strike Up the Band!

 

poem by Deborah A. Bowman

 

Into the darkness… (to be continued)

Into the darkness, 6-1-18I want to apologize to all the wonderful people whom I have not seen their blogs in the past few days, few weeks. As soon as my sight returns, I will have a field day of catching up!

With empathy, Deborah A. Bowman

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Photo by George Becker on Pexels.com

Thanks to photographer George Becker for the amazing cloud cover above…

Alone to Face Another Day…

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Alone…

Lonely days and empty nights…

Cautious dawns to set to rights…

Silence…

Hesitant reticence…

Hope for resilience…

 

One is here and one is gone…

Even though no one was wrong…

Put one foot before the other…

Take a breath, then another…

Silence…

Seeking God’s guidance…

 

Like a single boat close to shore…

No need to ask for more…

Another dawn, another day…

Searching for a different way…

To go on…

Alone…

by Deborah A. Bowman Stevens

 

 

 

 

To A Sunday Morn … First Poem I Ever Wrote … I was 9 years old. Published 54 years ago in a 4-H Magazine

Today is made for growing

With Spring knocking at my door

The sky is dark and clouded

The rain serenely pours

The flowers gently peek

From their Winter’s hiding place

The robin he doth seek

A pine of firry lace

The rain is bringing growth

To every flower, bush, and tree

The creeks and rivers floweth

With eternal life to be

The clouds gently part

A ray of sun kisses the earth

It enlivens my heart

With Spring’s wondrous rebirth

From a church on yonder hill

The bells of Sabbath ring

The world is quiet ’til

The birds begin to sing…

By Deborah A. Bowman, copyrighted in 1962, but please do SHARE … just mention my name and blog, http://www.bowmanauthor.com

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Utopia in Sunlight

 


 

Social Media is Global

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The world seems like such a big place, but social media has brought us together to touch each other’s lives

And what have we found out?

We’ve found out that we’re so much alike … We guide; we strive;

We laugh; we cry; we dream; we scream; we follow our own route…

But now we know we’re not alone

We never were…

It doesn’t matter our age, youth or grown

We all want our voices to be heard

That’s all…

We know someone listens if ever we should fall

Or celebrates with us when we stand tall

Deborah A. Bowman, March 26, 2018