I hear the mountains calling
my name as it beckons me to come.
I feel the winter chill through my bones,
with a kiss from the gentle, smiling sun.
Day dreams capture my mind with the
peaceful, sparkling snow.
Dazzling my senses with tingly shivers that
I have learned to know.
Mountain caps veiled beautifully, glistening
like a majestic crown of earth.
Echoes of laughter fill the air, like a new
adventure to rebirth.
Going up, the adrenaline rises, as the trees
are passing by.
Winter beauty all around, whispering...
'it's time to fly.'
Getting off, I'm ready now.
To the mountains, with thrill elope.
I am set free like a bird who flies, as I
go to carve the mountain *****.

I've fallen so many times Lord.
I've kept trying it mine own way.
I've kept searching in wrong places.
With your word calling me to obey.
I don't always have all the answers, and
I know you try to show me.
When dark clouds of fear and doubt
restrain me from really being free.
I feel like sometimes, I am drowning,
and not sure how to get my air.
I know you warned of trials and that
life's not always fair.
I know sometimes, I am losing one too
many battles as the enemy closes in.
With peoples constant lies, manipulation,
that takes its toll on me, its harder to always win.
I am trying harder to swim.
My scars once stinging from the devil's
snare.
Like a deer in headlights;
too unfocused and unaware.
Maybe drowning is the answer, and death may
cut me like that rose from yesterday.
When the road of life gets weary,  I then
bow to you and pray.
I may be strangled by the wire of a
connection, maybe not from you.
Like that old telephone cord still dangling on a
deserted highway booth, that I once traveled through.
In my dreams last night, as I saw the clouds and heard
the thunder, beckoning me to go out and explore;
the rain and wind still on my skin....
daring me to want more.
When I got too close to the edge of that cliff, that
makes me want to jump or do something so abrupt;
I woke up from dreaming, before the ink from
my pen dried up.
I felt a peace wash over me of knowing that ,
through the storm, I will prevail.
Like the wind at sea, that through a boat-
drifting too far to sail.
I wake up with a tear, streaming
down my face.
I know I am not perfect Lord,
thank you for your grace.
I know some things, that I have to
take in stride.
To leave it in your hands God,
and cast away my pride.
To let go and let you help guide me; cause not I, not man,
or anything survive without you Lord Jesus.  I do see.
Only with you Lord God... Is there
true victory!

We are bold, fearless,
strong and brave.
It's just a myth; from us , your soul,
you need to save.
We rise up from the north, the south,
the east, and the west.
Some prefer blondes or brunettes,
but 'Hey! Redheads have zest!'
Not that we're saying we are
the best.
We're not all that bad.
It's not all that dire.
Just because we have embers like
that of a fire.
Our manes like a sunset flow with
rays of copper, auburn, and reds.
Don't be afraid...folklore and some
stories have gone to some heads.
For so long, some ridiculed, teased,
or some treated of an outcast.
We finally now say that,
'We're here to last!'  
Some say we're like a rare unicorn,
to say the least.
Rumor has it, our tempers flare up.
Can you tame the beast?
More confident with time,
as our scars quickly heal.
We too are human,
and gently do feel.  
We may come together now
in great multitudes.
Doesn't mean we are vain,
or have mean attitudes.
We have been known in history, for some
bad or good luck that rumors have spread.
We're not all witches or creatures-
don't let it go to your head!
Just because we are the
color red.
We come from all over now, and stand,
and together unite.
In harmony and peace, our
flames do shine bright.
So throughout the world we speak out
against bullying some bring.
This letter- I sign, seal, and declare... is
a mere poem called... 'It's A Ginger Thing!"

Jesus Loves you so much.
He died on the cross for your sins.
Ask him for forgiveness and repent.
For with only Jesus, the battle wins.

Clouds--
slow, grey...
moving, floating, raining...
forming raindrops within--
changing.

the sun is brighter.
It is also warmer out.
Wear your sunglasses!

There once was a girl named Sherri.
She was writing a poem, not scary.
She had auburn hair.
Her skin pale and fair.
She is definitely not ordinary.