tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80425052011-04-21T14:50:16.429-07:00beachpoethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13595336377223224941noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042505.post-1093326129033349712004-08-23T22:42:00.000-07:002004-08-23T22:42:09.033-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1532/640/Sunset1.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1532/320/Sunset1.jpg'></a><br />An Oregon sunset in my front yard&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042505-109332612903334971?l=beachpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beachpoethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13595336377223224941noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042505.post-1093325389576647272004-08-23T22:29:00.000-07:002004-08-23T22:29:49.576-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1532/640/SouthUmpqua3.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1532/320/SouthUmpqua3.jpg'></a><br />High in the mountains of Southern Oregon is where I retreat every summer to reconnect with my Creator. My two younger children learned to swim here. This spot is a two hour drive from my home.&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042505-109332538957664727?l=beachpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beachpoethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13595336377223224941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042505.post-1093324650220669862004-08-23T22:17:00.000-07:002004-08-23T22:17:30.220-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1532/640/UmpquaNationalForest.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1532/320/UmpquaNationalForest.jpg'></a><br />Umpqua National Forrest, near South Umpqua Falls&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042505-109332465022066986?l=beachpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beachpoethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13595336377223224941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042505.post-1093324245938116362004-08-23T22:10:00.000-07:002004-08-23T22:10:45.936-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1532/640/CampingCar.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1532/320/CampingCar.jpg'></a><br />A perfect spot for camping and the car's unloaded.&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042505-109332424593811636?l=beachpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beachpoethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13595336377223224941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042505.post-1093323871124278492004-08-23T22:04:00.000-07:002004-08-23T22:04:31.123-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1532/640/Beach3.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1532/320/Beach3.jpg'></a><br />Just over the mountain is the ocean . . . an hour away&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042505-109332387112427849?l=beachpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beachpoethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13595336377223224941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042505.post-1093319845165863762004-08-23T20:49:00.000-07:002004-08-23T20:57:25.166-07:00I’m not me anymore, <br />I’ve become someone new, <br />Like a soap bubble . . . <br />Fuller and fuller, <br />Until it bursts. <br /> <br />I am a diary, <br />Written pages full. <br />Starting a new book . . . <br />As each page fills <br />I’m becoming more. <br /> <br />A west wind blows, <br />I, also, will ride the current, <br />Over hill and canyon . . . <br />Sky scrapper and vast water. <br />There I go— by God’s grace. <br /> <br />Disappointment and pleasant <br />Surprises along the way, <br />Give and take, and more growth. <br /> <br />But it’s still your smile that creates <br />A carrousel of music <br />Around my world. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042505-109331984516586376?l=beachpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beachpoethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13595336377223224941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042505.post-1093317693616250102004-08-23T20:21:00.000-07:002004-08-23T20:21:33.616-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1532/640/BoseWellSprings.1.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1532/320/BoseWellSprings.1.jpg'></a><br />BoseWellSprings in the early morning sun near my home, a small part of the 100 valleys of the Umpqua.&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042505-109331769361625010?l=beachpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beachpoethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13595336377223224941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042505.post-1093234759142835642004-08-22T21:14:00.000-07:002004-08-22T21:19:19.143-07:00My words fall as ashes <br />No one hears, <br />Such a small thing— <br />To make no shadow. <br /> <br />My tears become mist <br />As a vapor, <br />Rising in despair— <br />And are no more. <br /> <br />My song becomes silent <br />Passed as a cloud, <br />I look and I see— <br />And my heart follows my eyes. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042505-109323475914283564?l=beachpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beachpoethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13595336377223224941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042505.post-1093220661806138702004-08-22T17:15:00.000-07:002004-08-22T17:24:21.806-07:00Be tender toward me, <br />Tolerant and trusting <br />As we move into a new place--- <br /> <br />From familiar to unknown, <br />A place where you and I <br />Become us. <br /> <br />Offer your hand as I step within, <br />Your reassurance as I explore. <br />Be my guide, my mentor, my friend. <br /> <br />When I see dark clouds, I'll reach--- <br />Knowing you are near to shelter me <br />From wind and rain. <br /> <br />We'll dance to the rhythm of our rainbow, <br />Reaching for warm rays of sunshine <br />Together. <br /> <br />We'll find our high mountain meadow, <br />That place were you and I <br />Are us. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8042505-109322066180613870?l=beachpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beachpoethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13595336377223224941noreply@blogger.com0