Marilyn Lott

Rookie - 450 Points (5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Marilyn Lott Poems

1. Believe In Him 5/13/2007
2. The Amazing Yellow Daisy 5/13/2007
3. A Joyful Country Life 5/13/2007
4. Dance With Life 5/13/2007
5. Dawn 5/13/2007
6. Let It Rain 5/13/2007
7. Inner Peace 5/13/2007
8. Beneath Its Tattered Roof 5/13/2007
9. A Summer’s Night 5/13/2007
10. Wild Sand Plums 5/13/2007
11. God Sends Us Angels 5/13/2007
12. Windmills, Clouds And Sprinkles 5/13/2007
13. Garage Sale Dolls 5/13/2007
14. Churches And Windmills 5/13/2007
15. A Sparkling Wonderland 5/13/2007
16. We Never Walk Alone 5/13/2007
17. Crusin’ Mode 5/13/2007
18. God’s Perfect Gift 5/13/2007
19. Get Ready For Summer 5/13/2007
20. God’s Whisper 5/13/2007
21. Buckets Of Snow 5/13/2007
22. Delicious Spring! 5/13/2007
23. Getting Old 5/13/2007
24. Learning To Type 5/13/2007
25. Country Mail Box 5/13/2007
26. Barns Have Character 5/13/2007
27. Nothing Lasts Forever 5/13/2007
28. Celebrating The Pioneer 5/13/2007
29. Dust Devil Show 5/13/2007
30. Barnyard Pride 5/13/2007
31. Grazing Upon A Hill 5/13/2007
32. Difficult Roads 5/13/2007
33. Beauty And Freedom 5/13/2007
34. America Unites 5/13/2007
35. Grandma 5/13/2007
36. I Tremble When I Look At You 5/13/2007
37. Rainbow Amongst The Clouds 5/14/2007
38. My Red Dirt World 5/14/2007
39. Red-Dirt Country Prayer 5/14/2007
40. Red Dirt Cotton 5/14/2007
Best Poem of Marilyn Lott

A Child’s Mind

The world is wide with wonder
For everything is new
A child’s mind is like a sponge
Or like a flower sipping morning dew

I love to watch them question
Every single thing
You never know what is next
And what each day will bring

Perhaps we too should open
Our minds deliciously
And see the world as a child does
How exciting life would be!

Read the full of A Child’s Mind

The Amazing Yellow Daisy

I love to see the yellow flowers
As I travel to different states
It’s a very prolific plant
With all the appearances it makes

It seems to blend in nicely
With other wild flowers around
Although not so very pretty
When it lives in parched ground

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