6 Ways To Make A Difference

Donate money to the charity of your choice. They could all use some extra money. Whether it is a small donation or a large one, they will appreciate it just the same. Every dollar counts.

Volunteer your time. There are soup kitchens, food banks, hospitals and nursing homes to name a few.

Send a care package to a soldier. You can send practical things like razors or sunglasses, small bags of nuts, socks,paperback books, etc. For a good place to find out what is needed and how to send it you can check out this web site at Care Packages.

Go to your local library and volunteer to teach someone to read. What a gift, just think how wonderful it is to be able to read. You would be surprised to learn how many adults can not read.

Volunteer at your local animal shelter. You could offer to walk the dogs, clean out cages or any number of tasks that they need help with.

Any of you crocheters or knitters out there could make hats and scarves in different sizes and colors for homeless people. There are plenty of shelters that would be very happy to get these things.

There are many more things that I could mention, but this is a good starting place. Donate today, it makes a difference.

Yarn (A Poem)

Hello dear readers. This is something that I originally wrote and posted in August of 2016. Nano has kept me busy today, so I decided to re-post. I hope you all have a great day!

Dragonfly-Thoughts

Yarn

A round ball of fluff,

Soft and warm, as blue as the sky

As green as the grass

As yellow as the sun

Yarn comes in all

The colors of the rainbow.

A stringy mass of goodness.

When I create something

from a stick and some string,

I feel comfort in the softness

The soft feel of yarn

As it turns into a blanket,

Or a scarf, hat or socks.

Yarn can be anything I want it to be.

When I sit down at the end of the day

I look around at my stash and it is

Beautiful to me.

I can hear it whispering softly,

The yarn calls to me and says

Make me into something pretty.

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How Do You Know

How do you know?

How do you know when it is real or just a dream?

When you are running as fast as you can and still you hear it chasing you

so you run faster.

If it’s a dream, then why do you feel that little breeze

across your cheek like you are being softly touched as they passed you?

Why do you feel the fingers of fear running up and down your spine if

it is just a dream?

The sweat is running down your face soaking your shirt, you sit on the curb for just

a minute to collect your thoughts when you see a shadow in the street light.

The shadow moves toward you slowly at first then it picks up speed so you

get up and start running again.

You notice that the sky is getting lighter. It will be dawn soon, but that doesn’t stop

the shadow. It keeps coming.

All of a sudden you recognize your street and soon you see your house. You

run up the steps and unlock your door as quickly as you can. You are safe inside.

When you awaken, you lay there to collect your thoughts. Then you remember

your dream. Sitting up on the side of the bed, you see your running shoes, your

shirt is thrown across the chair.

Getting up, you check your shoes and they are wet and muddy and your shirt

is soaked. You gather them up to throw in the wash and out of the corner

of your eye, you see a shadow move quickly across the room.

Was it real, or just a dream? How do you know?

The Landfill (Earth)

From the eyes of some Alien Nation

They come across a landfill

Mounds and mounds of trash and stench

They look at each other

Their long tapering fingers

Scratching their heads in wonder

Without the need for speech

They communicate their dislike

To each other and wonder how

Or why earth people choose

To live this way

If they would only listen

It is so easy to live without

All of the trash and stench

This disposable society in

Which they choose to live

Is so unnecessary

This Alien Nation tried so

many years ago to help

this earth colony to no avail

Once again they looked

At each other, shook their heads

And flew back to their home

After all, it is their choice

They know we exist and choose

To ignore the warning signs

Let them live in their

Trash and their stench

Where Did I Go Wrong

Like a bolt of lightening

Has struck my heart

Not knowing where or when

I should have tried harder

Tried a different type of

Discipline when small

Where did I go wrong

When young it was so easy

To correct and address wrong doing

As a teen you start seeing problems

Wondering how to get their attention

To get them moving in the right direction

Chastisement is a joke as you see

Their eyes glaze over and you know

That they are not listening so you stop

Where did I go wrong

Calls come in the middle of the night now

No longer can he resist he needs help

But the calls come not to talk or ask advice

Just calling for money or getting out of trouble

It’s the norm these days and just like that

They cease to exist and leave no trace

Where did I go wrong with my love