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A True Loving Mississippi Story

One child 2 years old is lost

without a shoe in the street

traffic flowing

not missing a beat

Seen by one

running to save a life

another stopped to help

amid all the strife

A third person stops

calling the police

child standing with safe haven

sighing with relief

Another person stops

as we search for the child’s home

wanting to know how to help

the child is not alone

The police come

helping to figure it out

the child is calm

feeling safe and does not pout

Siblings arrive

rejoicing running up the street

the child had accidentally gotten out

following a dog with bare feet

People helping each other

not a thought given to religion or race

helping an innocent child

experience love instead of hate

copyright 2020 Debbie Pierce

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Soaring High in the Day

Flying high

looking over a water view

freedom in the air

always something new


A fish jumps

diving to pick it up

quickly snatching it

a perfect setup


The wind flowing

comfort for my wings

soaring with the breezes

the scent of sweet things


A few friends join me

a fun aerial battle

twists and turns

till our brains are addled


Returning to the trees

time to cool down

listening to the chirping

of the insects around


Awakening now

time for the sun to set

brilliant colors

the most beautiful yet


One final flight

as the moon is rising

watching a glimmer in the water

the view is mesmerizing


Time to call it a day

now in the nest

all is well

comfortable and at rest


copyright 2020 Debbie Pierce



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Giddy: A Moonlit Night

Dancing in the moonlight

giddy as can be

somewhat in a trance

a whole new world to see


Rain coming down

sweet to my lips

splashing around in the water

embracing the drips


Light from the moon

awareness begin to grow

in harmony with nature

creates a brief shadow


In the midst of the wind

an owl begins to hoot

sending out messages

frogs follow suit


Rain is gone

sky is clear

stars in the sky

some are near


A beautiful night

feeling quite free

grateful to be alive

bending to my knee


Thanking God 

for the blessings of this night

alone in the darkness

everything is alright


copyright 2020 Debbie Pierce


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Horror: Feeling of Being Trapped

Looking into the sky

the dome came down

searching for answers

no one around


Enclosed in a world

with no birds and bees

the sights and smells were awful

so much death to see


The separation

the horror of being alone

someone help me

the feeling of a drone


Finding a lake

getting into a boat

storms and waves surround me

fear of being smote


Suddenly comes a voice

that calms the storm

He gets into the boat with me

my spirit is now warm


The dome lifts

my faith is restored

birds and bees return

I was never ignored


Living in the light

gone are the disguises

the storm has passed

a new day arises


copyright 2020 Debbie Pierce


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Let me in!

Let me in! Let me in!

cried the bee

the sun is scorching

feel the window to see


The plant next to the window

has a cool leaf

a flower blooming

a place of relief


Tapping hard

the glass will not move

legs stuck to the window

sliding down to the groove


Buzzing now

begging for help

sun getting hotter

beginning to melt


A ray of hope

a hole in the screen

edging through it

cool and redeemed


On the flower now

restored and in a sweet slumber

cool drafts flow through the leaves

content in the summer


copyright 2020 Debbie Pierce


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A July Memory

One of my favorite poems written by my husband. Difficult to believe it has been 19 months since his passing. Along with his faith, he also had a wonderful sense of humor.


Isaiah 46:4 
New Living Translation (NLT)

4 I will be your God throughout your lifetime—
until your hair is white with age.
I made you, and I will care for you.
I will carry you along and save you



It’s wrinkled now more than before
It hurts when I have to bend,
It still looks much the way it did
But like some long lost, old friend,

It’s not that I would throw it out
Or even change it if I could,
It’s just that so much time has come and gone
It’s not running as it should,

A wrinkle here, a wrinkle there
Some poundage added on,
The vision’s getting fuzzy
And the hair is almost gone,

The teeth are doing alright, I think
I floss and brush them every day,
Then I put them in that little glass
And promptly put them out of the way,

Then there are those pills to help it run
So many I lose track,
When I go away on a trip
They fill up a large backpack,

But there’s nothing much that we can do
Things are just what they are,
We can either sit here crying in our beer
Or go on and open up the bar,

Because time is a cruel pacesetter
It marches to its own beat,
I only hope there’s still some Epsom salts
So I can soak my tired old feet.

©2018 by William Pierce


Thank You for always being near, for always caring for us, and for always loving us.


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a morning bicycle ride

Riding through old town

wind racing through my hair

sweet bits of summer

music in the air


Sitting on a porch

men playing chess

smells of cigars 

harmony at this address


Further down the street

children playing in a pool

relief from the heat

a game without rules


Passing by a cafe

teens sporting summer fashions

one telling a joke

waiting for a reaction


Passing the park now

ducks walking in a row

heading toward the pond

with little ones in tow


Parked under a tree

reading a book

blessed by each moment

everywhere I look


Life is sweet 

on this summer day

happiness abound

enjoying each sun ray


copyright 2020 Debbie Pierce


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A Summer Day Hiking Dream

Sun beating down

a hot summer day

longing for cool comfort

along the trail way


Suddenly I hear

while turning  around

a trickling noise

then a roaring sound


Following the path

a cool mist on my face

relief from the heat

I quicken my pace


Allowing my feet to dangle

in the pleasure of the rapid

another world appears

which mystical creatures inhabit


A chameleon appears

changing colors in the rainbow

finding food on a rock

his pace is quite slow


Down a bit further

a fish jumps along the bank

performing acrobatics

his movements are swank


A duck appears

bathing in the mist

diving and shaking his wings

doing the twist


Back to the real world

refreshed from the rapid stream

thankful for the inhabitants

of a summer day dream


copyright 2020 Debbie Pierce



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Happy Independence Day

What a glorious day

to think about Independence

the blessings and privileges

that have come my way


Freedom of thought

and of things to share

the right to agree or disagree

about the things we care


Freedom to move about

to see and enjoy this great land

from the seashores to the mountains

by any mode of transportation we can


Freedom to worship God

or the freedom not to

expressions of faith

see our souls through


Happy Birthday America

celebrations throughout the land

fireworks and barbecue

parades and bands


In the pursuit of freedom

many lives have been lost

cherish and protect it

freedom comes at a cost


God bless America

on this Independence Day

let freedom ring

as we go our way


copyright 2020 Debbie Pierce








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An Adventure in the Grand Canyon

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I love the early mornings in the Grand Canyon. The air is crisp and cool as the sun begins to rise. Looking from the overlook you can see the bright orange and purple colors across the canyon. There is still a bit a snow on the ground in the surrounding campsite. There are a few tents that the snow surrounds like a warm blanket.

After admiring the beauty of the sunrise for a few more minutes I take the path back to the campground. There is a variety of wildlife awake at this hour scurrying around in the surrounding trees. A rabbit darts in front of me and watches as I jump at the sudden movement.

Everyone is up and ready to take on the day as I return to the campsite. The cooking bacon and eggs have a wonderful aroma that fills the site. Food seems to taste better when eaten in nature. Our senses are more in tune to the simple pleasures of life.

After breakfast it is time for the mule ride down the canyon. There is a winding trail that is steep and narrow that the mules maneuver each day. It promises to be an exciting adventure.

Our ride begins with everyone on their mules following the directions of the mule skinner. He leads us down the canyon with the mules following him. Mules are interesting animals. They are like horses and are very precise on the trail and surefooted.

Looking across the canyon as we ride down is the most beautiful view. You can see miles of canyon with red, orange, and blue hues across the rocks. The birds are majestic as they fly across the clear blue sky. It is an ecosystem of freedom for the wildlife that inhabit this canyon.

It is difficult for me to look down to the bottom of the canyon. I am afraid of heights and it is a long way to the bottom. Still overcoming a fear is part of the reason for this adventure. Taking a deep breath I glance down to the bottom of the canyon.

There is much beauty at the bottom of the canyon. There is a slow-moving river bed that is surrounded by a large bank with trees and rocks. This is where we will stop for a break before returning to the top of the canyon. The ecosystem of the canyon is serene and tranquil.

I am briefly startled as my mule has decided to pee and shifts his weight a bit. Nervous that the mule may drop me down the canyon I freeze. The mule is unfazed and steadily continues down the canyon.

We reach the bottom of the canyon and find a spot on the edge of the river bed. The water is cold and feels refreshing in the midmorning heat. The bottom of the canyon is significantly warmer than the place where we began this adventure.

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After about half an hour we resume our ride back up the canyon. Going up the canyon has an entirely different view than coming down. The colors of the canyon appear to be deeper in the sun. It is as if God has sent artists to paint wonderful colors on the canyon.

I listen for the sounds of the canyon as we continue the trek up. There is the sound of birds singing in the brush. Small animals are scurrying through the brush creating a rustling noise. The mules snort as they climb the canyon. It is a peaceful experience.

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Finally we reach the end of our journey and it is time to leave the mules. This particular adventure has a certificate that accompanies it. It is given to everyone that completes the adventure.

We reach the campsite and decide to rest until time to cook dinner. My legs and backside ache from riding the mule. The aches and pains are worth the wonderful adventure of riding the mules.

I make a final hike for the day to the rim of the canyon. The sun is beginning to set presenting a new set of colors. The canyon is now the backdrop to the rich orange and pink colors in the sky. The night air is crisp and cool with a hint of rain in the air.

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Returning to the camp dinner is ready and the fire is warm. We eat and tell the stories of today’s adventure. Someone pulls out a guitar and begins creating a tune to tell the story of the mule ride. It is a grand tale.

As I drift off to sleep in the tent my dreams float to the place of gratitude. It is wonderful to be alive and my soul is nourished.

Copyright 2017 Debbie Pierce