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Winter Story times at the Camano Island Library are: baby story time at 9:30 am on Wednesday's and family storytime at 11:00 am on Wednesday's. Get out of the house and meet some new friends! Story time is always FREE, FUN and educational! 

Address: 848 N Sunrise Blvd, Camano Island, WA 98282

Phone: 360-387-5150

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Preschool Story Time! (Camano Island, WA)

Posted by Kudos Community (264) Posted on 01/24/2019 at 07:59AM Books, Literature Community Event Neighborhood Other Poetry See more by Kudos Community (264)

Bring your preschooler (ages 3-5) to the Camano Island Library every Thursday at 10:30 am to enjoy story time! Your child will love to meet new friends while opening their imagination. Don't miss out - it's fun, FREE and educational!

Address: 848 N Sunrise Blvd, Camano Island, WA 98282

Phone: 360-387-5150

Someone once said I was a handsome man.
That was before all the aging began.
The skin starts to sag, not just a little.
What once was my chest, is now my middle.
My back that was straight and erect,
Is bent like a straw and has an effect,
On the pain that I feel in the morn,
Makes me wonder, when I was born.

Words flow from out my head,
some with love; some with dread.
I know not what is in store,
they just keep coming, more and more.
I wish I could tell you why.
I can't now but soon will try
to explain what words do to me,
when I am writing, it's then I see,
they awake my mind, an open door.
The words are written down on paper
but there is so much more.
A switch turns on; I'm out of bed,
to write the words but instead,
I'm left with being awake at five.
Thank you God, for my being alive.
Words come fast, fleeing to be free,
helping to rid myself of a memory.
Oh, Lord, please let peace be with me,
I need to sleep or is this my epiphany?
Here we go again, just once more,
words on paper, some on the floor.
Lively, descriptive words that I adore,
wiggling, flopping, asking for more.
Now the tide is slowing fast,
an oxymoron of my past.
I should say words, start to ebb.
If I were a computer I'd say web.
Well that was refreshing, for goodness sake.
Now I am so very much, wide awake.
A poor excuse for you to see,
about my life's uncertainty.
It's not a fear of dying for me,
but one of having to live, without thee.

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Loy • 01/25/2019 at 11:57AM • Like

I really like this poem - I don't know how I missed it before - just saw it today...

There is much delight
watching Nature perform
it's tasks of preparation
for the upcoming Spring.
To see the old bulbs
poking through the dirt;
observing the new buds
on branches, so bare,
makes me thankful
to be on this earth,
where there will soon be
beautiful plants and flowers
and of course, lest I forget,
the Hellebores, have been
in bloom for a month.
Thank you Lord for
giving me one more
year on the land.

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