SUMMER DREAMS AND SUNSHINE SCHEMES

We were children and dreamers,
for they went hand in hand,
together all the time
on those long summer days
as we made such big plans
from the dawning of the day
till so very late at night.

We were fast friends with big dreams,
on those lazy summer afternoons,
no end to our plans and schemes.
as we kicked up the sand on
sandcastled beaches of white,
dreaming dreams that childen dream
on those long summer days,
our imaginations running wild
with the hot summer sun.

We were fast friends with big dreams
that grew bigger with each day
on those lazy afternoons,
as big as the fish we were going to catch
in the morning with the new sunrise.
And at the end of each and every day,
as the sun began to set
and we gave our dreams a little rest,
these children of the summer sun,
fast friends to this day in our hearts
still play their summer games,
their laughter heard
in the memories treasured
from year to year
of summer dreams
and sandlot fun.

(c) barbara kausteklis 8-10-11

Written for CPC Wonderful Wednesday/
"Kid Daze,"
Rebel Hosting.

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Wishing everyone a most
Wonderful Wednesday.

Big Hugs.

~barb~

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MOLTEN

Power unleashed
from its molten fiery core
spewing ash, soot and fumes



and obliterating all



relentlessly,
deliberately
flowing down to the sea,



lava fields stretching
as far as the eye can see.



And when all is quiet again,
life begins anew



amid the swirlings



and mosaics



and patterns



within the artwork
that has been wrought
by the Master Molder's hand.



(c) barbara kausteklis 8-8-11

For Drips of Ink/"The Great Outdoors - Lava"

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THE TOUCH OF MY PEN

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HEARTLAND FLOW

Down country roads
and city streets,
down byways high and low,
where rivers flow
and cornstalks grow,
he has heard their songs,
the music of the cities
and the plains he knows.
The poet has heard
the wheat fields growing
in the heat of the summer;
he has felt the sweat
as it pours down his face
under an oppressive noonday sun.

And his boots that have finally
come to rest
have experienced it all --
they've ridden the rails
across desert sands;
they've stood on the platforms
of the shipping docks;
they've walked the urban sidewalks
of the Chicagoes of our land.
And he's inhaled the grit and grime
of the cities he knows so well,
and has lived the life
of which he writes,
the words flowing
from his pen to the page.

And as I read the poet's words
upon the pages
where his ink has flowed,
what he lived
and what he saw
brought to life
in such vivid
and powerful ways,
I am right there
on the streets of the cities
and toiling in the heartland
cornfield rows
within his poetic lines,
the sweat beginning
to pour down my face
on another
oppressive
summer's day.

(c) barbara kausteklis 8-6-11

Written for Drips of Ink/
"Favorite Authors/Carl Sandburg."

http://www.myspace.com/4dripsofink/blog/543779693

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THE DAWN UNFOLDING

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OF TRANSLUCENT DREAMS
AND CRYSTAL BLUE

Mystical magic,
crystal palaces bright
within this velvet
and moon-beamed night;
starlight glow transporting me
upon angels' wings
from reality of day
to soothing dreams of night.
And I marvel at what's there
within my sight -- spiraled
stairways to the heavens above
ascending to crystalline castles afar,
to that magical realm
of damsels and knights,
of silver and gold
and other precious things.

And as the glow of evening
envelopes another day
moonlight illuminating
where darkness had reigned,
with the upward flow
toward dreams fulfilled,
she pauses for a moment
in her elegant ascent,
in her journey toward
tomorrow and Heaven's door,
radiant within translucent crystal blue,
serenity descending upon the day
and shadows just beginning to fall.

And as I watch her there,
climbing higher and higher
upon those winding crystal stairs,
I begin to dream
sweet dreams of my own.
And as I dream,
I'm that child once more
when damsels and knights
were among the best of my friends
as we spent many
a summer's afternoon at play
until the sun finally set
at the end of the day.

(c) barbara kausteklis 8-4-11

Written for Drips of Ink/
"Photo of Lost and Found."

http://www.myspace.com/4dripsofink/blog/543803242

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Because this was such a lot of fun . . . . Glad to share a smile with my friends.

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JUST A TASTE . . . .

They called it moonshine,
white lightning,
mountain dew,
distilled in the mountains
and back into the woods,
spirits potent and powerful,
manufactured in those hidden hills,
the tunes and tales of what went on
still sung and strummed to this day still
beyond the stills and hills
from whence they came.

And how I loved those
dear Baldwin sisters,
Misses Emily and Mamie
who lived just outside
the Walton's town --
and the "recipe" they shared,
"Papa's Recipe" they called it,
"harmless"
and "medicinal",
they said it was,
from "Papa's" magical "Machine".
And who could ever forget
those "Dukes of Hazzard" boys
their stunts and chases
and hairpin turns,
weekly adventures
on our TV screens.

It has been fun,
this moonshine theme,
and I'm happy to share
just a little taste here
of the musical moonshine
that I so very much love.

(c) barbara kausteklis 7-30-11

Written for Drips of Ink/
"Blast From the Past -
White Lightning/Moonshine."

http://www.myspace.com/4dripsofink/blog/543728863

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WITHIN THE GARDEN OF MY MORNING

Strolling within the garden of my morning,
I stop and linger for a moment in that place
where butterflies grace the flowers
that still bloom and seem not to notice
my footsteps or my musings.
And as I stop to admire
the jewels I find within
their dew-drenched blossoms,
I search for words to capture
what I see upon this canvas
of morning beauty before me.

My soul is stirred,
my heart transported,
my imagination re-kindled
for a time as I take note
of the beauty of the morning
and inhale the fragrance
and the silence that
calms my heart
and soothes my soul
as the day begins amid
the rain-bowed splashes of color
painting my garden of morning
and drawing me
into the tranquil canvas.

(c) barbara kausteklis 8-3-11

Written for Drips of Ink "All About Nature/
The Great Outdoors - Garden."

http://www.myspace.com/4dripsofink/blog/543777600

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SNAPSHOT MOMENTS ALL

Moments remembered,
frozen within time,
encapsulated memories
captured through the lens,
snapshots recalling
emotions tucked away,
almost forgotten
until reminded once again.

Black-and-white memories,
faded shades and hues
brought back into focus
as I view each treasured one,
snapshots of the smiles and tears
of family and cherished friends,
photos of birds and butterflies,
and other treasured things
emerging from the pages
of the photo album tucked away,
snapshots of long ago,
and even in black-and-white
I remember the colors so,
as bright and beautiful
now as then
in memories great and small,
I remember them well
as if yesterday
in snapshot moments all.

(c) 7-13-11 barbara kausteklis

Written for Drips of Ink/
"Blast From the Past - Old Camera."

http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/543578393

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