kara towe

Rookie (01/06/64 / LA California)

kara towe Poems

1. Thomson River 11/28/2011
2. To Our Wonderful Daughter 11/28/2011
3. Lil Bunny 12/23/2011
4. A Glorious Vision 12/30/2011
5. Etched In Glass 1/3/2012
6. Distant Voices 1/6/2012
7. Blackness Devours 6/27/2012
8. The Shore 6/27/2012
9. Nature's Test 6/1/2013
10. The Meadow 6/12/2013
11. Reckoning With My Soul 6/19/2013
12. In The Meadow Where I Live 8/20/2013
13. Clever Bird 8/20/2013
14. The Rose 8/20/2013
15. Together 8/20/2013
16. Wishes 8/20/2013
17. Love 8/20/2013
18. Blue Rose 8/20/2013
19. A Flower Tale 8/20/2013
20. My Lil Boy 8/20/2013
21. Purple Rain 8/20/2013
22. Mimals Doll 8/20/2013
23. The Hunter 8/20/2013
24. Home 1/8/2012
25. Timeless 1/10/2012
26. Flash! 1/10/2012
27. 5 Haikus 8/20/2013
28. My Version Of Pretty Polly 8/20/2013
29. 7 Haiku 8/20/2013
30. Rainy Day 5/30/2013
31. The Battle 8/20/2013
32. 6 Haiku 8/20/2013
33. 4 Haikus 8/20/2013
34. Blessings Of Joy 1/13/2012
35. Flower Shop 8/20/2013
36. Fairy Slipper 8/20/2013
37. A Key 1/6/2012
38. The Merry-Go-Round 11/28/2011
39. A Mother's Warning 12/21/2011

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A Mother's Warning

A Mother's Warning (short story)
One summer’s day my children (5 & 7) went fishing with me by a fast moving river.
On the banks grew tall grass, and on the rivers edge were dainty blue flowers
As we stood fishing my daughter came up to me holding a small bunch of flowers.
She asked, what kind of flowers are these?
My son also wanted to know.
I recognized that the flowers were Forget-me-not.
She replied, why are they called Forget-me-not.
So, I told them this story;
There was once a brave and noble knight in shining armor, that loved, very much, a beautiful ...

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Thomson River

Shimmering light, rippling reflections, folding layers, the small rivers’ waters’ gently rapid white.
They mirror while gliding over smooth graveled, muddied beds feathered by aquatic forests that sway in a uni-cent dance, where the small watery creatures find refuge and feed.
Behind the boulders, just after the rapids’ shoots lay bigger pools where inland salmon leer, weaving their bodies against a steady push, shaded by the rivers edge, fallen log or sturdy bush, waiting patiently for a meal

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