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Monday, May 3, 2010

My Heron finally finished

Well he is finally finished and looking pretty good but you should see the other ones they are great, there will be a public showing May 26 at the Gig Harbor City Center then the birds go their separate ways and will spend time at a specific location in the Harbor, mine will be at the Maritime Inn. The birds then go to the Gig Harbor Yacht Club for the big night the Salmon Chanted Evening Auction Sat Sept 18Th, it is going to be a grand party and auction with all proceeds going to our local schools providing art education and hands on experience for the children in our Community; a really good cause.
I would love to have him standing upright but I can not figure out how to fix him so just tip your heads to left and hold it there and imagine him standing in a pool of clear water full of pretty stones and shells

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Leaves of God Fall 2009

My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost

I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall

Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow

Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin

Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall

So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall

The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston