Biography of Rhonda Baker
I have lived in Michigan my whole life. I come from a large family. I have been married for over 20 years. I make my living as a glass artist working with hot glass(blowing glass) . I was an avid writer in school, but got away from it, Until one day I had an opportunity to express myself, and not be judged. To say in words and glass how I see and feel life. So in the fall of 2007 I started to write again. If you need know anything else about me, read my works. Don't be taken in by the titles there is more there then a day or a season, there is a part of me.
Rhonda Baker Poems
A Balancing Act
Life is a balance of work and play A constant balance between night and day The balance between good and bad A balance between happy and sad
The birth of August is upon us, as the fair haired sun rises in the sky With songs of the cicada unwinding, the sand hill Cranes sail by The heat is hovering all around us, we feel heavy in it's grip To break free from it's bonds, from it's clutches we must rip
Purple of a grape ripe on the vine The purple from a robe, from a majestic time Purple mountain majesty, high up in the sky Purple of a butterfly, just passing by
A new day is dawning; the winds of change are in the air All our burdens have been lifted… Our lives are without care? Our country is a team; that’s made up of you and I We can’t put it on one man, just to simplify
Angels descend to the ground Spreading Love all around Roses, diamonds and a warm embrace A heart on my palm, you now trace
A Moment In Paradise
Hiking up to Twin Falls with my flip flops on Living a dream I have dreamt for so long It was farther then I thought Some locals helped to find what I had sought
Michigan Mosquito Mayhem
Near the woods I sense their presence They travel around like gypsy peasants Like a cloud they rise up from the grass And move together in a buzzing mass
No Place To Hide
The dark is a coming will I make it another day? Sleep won't come and the days on replay My heart is so brittle, threatening to break all-apart No adhesive made to mend this little heart
Winter /Spring Tug Of War
Winter, like a bad penny you keep turning up With your cold wind and snow you’re so abrupt RELEASE your grip and move along! I’m tried of this weather game of ping-pong
Tiny green shoots break from their earthly bond Bringing tulips, hyacinths for which we’re fond Magnolia trees and weeping cherry Vivid white and pinks so merry
Blizzard Causes Snow Day
The blizzard is coming, the blizzard is coming, and the blizzard is here School has been canceled, the children raise up a cheer Sleds unpacked, boots scarves and skates Going to the sled hill, this days gonna be great!
Witches, Witches in the night Across the moon they take flight Potions, spells and hexes too CAREFUL they don't catch you!
A Baker Christmas
Twas just before Christmas in our family home The pets were all restless and wanted to roam The kids were upstairs, doing there own thing Wondering this year what Christmas would bring
Poised with jacks firmly in hand with a feather light touch forming a band As the piece begins to cool A fiercer grip, upon the tool
Independence day, a day to celebrate freedom; in all of it's glory
To remember our country's long long story
A day to be with our family and friends
To forget about work and all of life trends
To just sit back, like an old hound dog
Or like my Mom would say ' a bump on a log'
To sit in the sun and while away the day
To be like a child and simply play
Free to do just as you please