end of the road on Banks Lake, WA and poem: Thankful Pause I am thankful for the time for the freedom for the gift to enjoy the natural beauty just a few miles from home, a place the dog can roam, and I can walk beside the butterflies, barn swallows, and marsh wrens flying above and through the bulrushes now growing anew among the old along the lake in their own time among our chaos giving us our time our place to pause in thanks for earth’s beauty; a landscape to emulate in literal and metaphoric ways in our daily lives wherever we may be and whatever we do. Sheri Edwards Poetry/Photography 04.25.2025 NaPoWriMo
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Thankful Pause

end of the road on Banks Lake, WA and poem: Thankful Pause I am thankful for the time for the freedom for the gift to enjoy the natural beauty just a few miles from home, a place the dog can roam, and I can walk beside the butterflies, barn swallows, and marsh wrens flying above and through the bulrushes now growing anew among the old along the lake in their own time among our chaos giving us our time our place to pause in thanks for earth’s beauty; a landscape to emulate in literal and metaphoric ways in our daily lives wherever we may be and whatever we do. Sheri Edwards Poetry/Photography 04.25.2025 NaPoWriMo

Thankful Pause or Paws

Thankful Pause

I am thankful for the time
for the freedom
for the gift
to enjoy the natural beauty
just a few miles from home,
a place the dog can roam,
and I can walk beside
the butterflies,
barn swallows,
and marsh wrens
flying above and through
the bulrushes
now growing anew
among the old
along the lake
in their own time
among our chaos
giving us our time
our place
to pause
in thanks
for earth’s beauty;
a landscape
to emulate
in literal and metaphoric ways
in our daily lives
wherever we may be
and whatever we do.

Sheri Edwards
Poetry/Photography
04.25.2025
NaPoWriMo

Stopping at Banks Lake for a walk and a pause, a place to draw, a place to write as the sounds of nature sing to me in and on the water, in and through the bulrushes, above and through the sky.

friends at the lake; Steamboat Rock State Park

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