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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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;

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