<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268</id><updated>2012-02-12T22:24:35.975-08:00</updated><category term='12/29/07'/><category term='12/23 07'/><category term='08/20/08'/><category term='08/22/08'/><title type='text'>Johanna's Clover Patch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Whispering Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.spicecomments.com/image/8720"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.spicecomments.com/love/00141.gif" border="0" alt=" Image"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your my Valentine lets play hearts and catch the stars&lt;br /&gt;In the silver dust they bring magic and love to us&lt;br /&gt;The roses are red velvet shines in the moonlight &lt;br /&gt;As the sweet wine travels to our lips in secret words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In whispering promises all secrets are gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;Fading our love once again to it’s beauty within&lt;br /&gt;The angels are singing in sweet voices to be heard&lt;br /&gt;A melody of a song be my Valentine in lovely words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon the wings of love takes us forever to the mine&lt;br /&gt;You’re my sweetheart this Valentine a cupid so fine&lt;br /&gt;Love me hug me bring flowers of roses in a beautiful cup&lt;br /&gt;Our kisses are sweet in the flowing wind in the midnight sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day beckons our love will shine it takes a little to unwind&lt;br /&gt;Cupids are flying throwing their darts of a love so divine&lt;br /&gt;It’s a beautiful day wrapped in your arms a love holds tight&lt;br /&gt;This lovely Valentine is just for you another would be hard to find&lt;br /&gt;© Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-6858402463179886585?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6858402463179886585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=6858402463179886585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.spicecomments.com/image/8476"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.spicecomments.com/landscapes/00061.gif" border="0" alt=" Image"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’ wishing for spring after winter passes by&lt;br /&gt;The earth seems to blossom in beauty it has &lt;br /&gt;Insight to see thinking ahead O’ Lord he gives&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be blessed in what the weather brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonders of tomorrow in the shadows finds a place&lt;br /&gt;Eyes of March is peeping a challenge of the day&lt;br /&gt;My love for natures seasons comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;There’s the warmth of heart in miracles to float away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the distance a waterfall flowing free to fall&lt;br /&gt;Upon the river swans are swimming to a farewell call&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that it takes the breath overwhelms the heart&lt;br /&gt;Hope is peaceful in the spirit of heaven clouds will part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamers catch a catnap in the name of love so unique&lt;br /&gt;Talking in sleep feeds a sheep upon stardust to float away&lt;br /&gt;A lost butterfly in wings so bright of a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;Spring is bouncing to close winter it brings me a happy smile&lt;br /&gt;© Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-6623602182329024360?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6623602182329024360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=6623602182329024360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/6623602182329024360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Image"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to day dream in the clover of green&lt;br /&gt;In a mysterious place in the world of our time&lt;br /&gt;Lucky a grand parade of leaves captured the heart&lt;br /&gt;A refuge was found under the blue skies so kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the wind took my words in a song&lt;br /&gt;The four leaf was a token of love that belong&lt;br /&gt;Angels echoes among the clover patch&lt;br /&gt;Sister and I in the perfect match in the spring sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those lovely days of a child seemed to be wild&lt;br /&gt;Jane and I shared secret moments for a while&lt;br /&gt;We chased the butterflies as the raindrops were falling&lt;br /&gt;Mommas roses in beauty behold she’s smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was a bondage into a gift to live our youth&lt;br /&gt;Showing our love speaks louder than words&lt;br /&gt;Running barefoot on the old dummy line in the heat &lt;br /&gt;Our tears were the same when things went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma called in her sweet spirit the door slammed&lt;br /&gt;A voice ring through the air like a bird of paradise&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday thoughts talks to my soul now and then&lt;br /&gt;Come along Jane lets run to a place of no return&lt;br /&gt;For Jane&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LcTWPqvUit8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-4240829246868599075?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/4240829246868599075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=4240829246868599075' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-8876464459226741687</id><published>2012-02-06T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T09:25:12.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.spicecomments.com/image/11074"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.spicecomments.com/showing_some_love/00055.jpg" border="0" alt=" Image"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The falling wind is tossing my thoughts &lt;br /&gt;Into the air of the tumble words that I said&lt;br /&gt;Love found my heart of a lost dream&lt;br /&gt;Realism shows the beauty where love has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reflection over the years I can still see&lt;br /&gt;In broken moments we both had to believe&lt;br /&gt;What the memories brought they come back to me&lt;br /&gt;In the love of my spirit darken dreams flows free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weave of my life is a dust upon my path&lt;br /&gt;The lonesome winter of fears rest upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;The morning dew cast it’s love into a new day&lt;br /&gt;The clouds in the sky it looks like rain but I walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years slips by I wonder what happened to my heart&lt;br /&gt;The roses had grown I picture them into my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I look back to find my own self how did I ever get this way&lt;br /&gt;In Gods holy beauty it was meant to be what time had brought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-8876464459226741687?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8876464459226741687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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memory="" lies="" inside="" me="" wishful="" thought="" give="" here="" golden="" year="" mind="" had="" been="" fulfilled="" upon="" wing="" prayer="" god="" answers="" from="" giving="" ve="" found="" hope="" peace="" holy="" bible="" birth="" grave="" spirit="" gods="" he="" take="" you="" through="" storm="" raging="" glory="" land="" opens="" s="" door="" all="" singing="" be="" heard="" believing="" lord="" receive="" his="" words="" johanna="" src="http://img.spicecomments.com/butterflies/00014.gif" alt=" Image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is understanding a love to believe in angels about&lt;br /&gt;A carousel turns around the moon with wings of love&lt;br /&gt;Love echoes to the heart in the fields of lovers dreams&lt;br /&gt;Destiny of youth grows flowers that lives wild by the streams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shade of the willow as it weep no secret to keep&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is not behind the shadows to weep                             in the&lt;br /&gt;Clouds will sing to them in the rain butterflies change colors&lt;br /&gt;There the moments so sweet and tender love is so deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A carousel of understanding is butterflies dancing into my life&lt;br /&gt;A memory lies inside of me in wishful thought that it give&lt;br /&gt;Here is the golden year of my mind had been fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Upon the wing of prayer God answers from above giving will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve found hope in peace in the understanding the Holy Bible&lt;br /&gt;From birth to grave in the spirit of Gods Holy love&lt;br /&gt;He will take you through the storm raging from above&lt;br /&gt;Glory land opens Heaven’s door all the angels singing to be heard&lt;br /&gt;Believing is to understanding the Lord receive his words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                      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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-7041256550791147302</id><published>2010-09-29T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T11:26:16.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TKOEw0PbqSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FRFvzFa3pAM/s1600/Thumbnail+of+lady+with+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522403542278318370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TKOEw0PbqSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FRFvzFa3pAM/s400/Thumbnail+of+lady+with+moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon the broken wing it follows with love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the October comes in sight so shallow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is the rays of the sun changing above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanging the frosted moon thru the willows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a dance that excites life within &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thru the late autumn trees turns in color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They shall fall to the echo of the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last roses of season shows its beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trees stands bare to shed a summer coat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A winter cold is haunting its sounds outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chill dies in its spirit of the heart inside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To open the doors thru many tears as love floats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a time to cry and hold on to dreams thats alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life floats beyond where peace will never hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new love comes a calling to the lonesome feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be a new spring as another year subsides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-7041256550791147302?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/7041256550791147302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=7041256550791147302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/7041256550791147302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/7041256550791147302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2010/09/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TKOEw0PbqSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FRFvzFa3pAM/s72-c/Thumbnail+of+lady+with+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-6078076437228209052</id><published>2010-09-29T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T11:22:06.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurting Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TKODyWIKp-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cyzGMReixvA/s1600/thumbnail+of+broken+hearted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522402469042890722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TKODyWIKp-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cyzGMReixvA/s400/thumbnail+of+broken+hearted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's promises brings us hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one to believe there dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Endurance of the year brought peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both found the odds it did seem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our marriage was broken love felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its impact in hardships that we knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We held on to the memories as they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were left behind then we were threw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love has a way of fading away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then like a secret moment to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within the heart to be free someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The angry words did not never fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is this hurt inside of our souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love becomes ruined and sings the blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our goals flew like the wind so bold &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hungry heart for love to turn a leaf anew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-6078076437228209052?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6078076437228209052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=6078076437228209052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/6078076437228209052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/6078076437228209052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2010/09/hurting-love.html' title='Hurting Love'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TKODyWIKp-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cyzGMReixvA/s72-c/thumbnail+of+broken+hearted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-6364379737479667025</id><published>2010-09-22T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:34:01.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears of Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TJpME4dC04I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/y8aut-xfHoM/s1600/Jesus%2520healing%2520sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519807940053357442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TJpME4dC04I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/y8aut-xfHoM/s400/Jesus%2520healing%2520sick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There seems to be jewels in the big starry night&lt;br /&gt;Revealing the sky and the power of His great love&lt;br /&gt;In the vision of a nightly prayer comes to life&lt;br /&gt;To spread His holy word into His grace above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little one I wish for your pain and its suffering&lt;br /&gt;That you face let God hold you and it will go away&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a journey it takes you to places unknown&lt;br /&gt;He will make memories on each of your given days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God holds you in His hands within your life&lt;br /&gt;As His words brings peace to your very soul&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts can face the storms that we walk thru&lt;br /&gt;In the pouring rain and the windy wind blows below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When wisdom is learned thru loving faith of God&lt;br /&gt;As the hope will inspire God has a love to give&lt;br /&gt;There's a beautiful message that's painted within&lt;br /&gt;In tomorrow's dreams there is a life to be lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prayer for Marcus who is having surgery today.&lt;br /&gt;A little one's journey.&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-6364379737479667025?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6364379737479667025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=6364379737479667025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-5687164714740259230</id><published>2010-09-18T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T17:31:44.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TJVZ0Vxw6aI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eCR0Qj8_9z8/s1600/couple+in+moonlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518415674146351522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TJVZ0Vxw6aI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eCR0Qj8_9z8/s400/couple+in+moonlight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The daylight hours will enchant our love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we danced to the twilight up above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our sweet moments are in Heaven's bliss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a unique charm in everlasting kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A song in September whispers its words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the beautiful melody that we have heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a labor of voices to hear in the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We open the lock on our lover's deadly sins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The echoes inside our hearts is made to bleed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our youth returns with our love to lead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside our world we took what was ours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a splendor thru loves beautiful hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beyond sweet loving affected our nightly dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each love note had unraveled at the seams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful red roses was in fantasy upon the bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In silk and satin was a delightful love whisper said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c)Johanna Fields) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-5687164714740259230?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/5687164714740259230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=5687164714740259230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/5687164714740259230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/5687164714740259230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-song.html' title='September Song'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TJVZ0Vxw6aI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eCR0Qj8_9z8/s72-c/couple+in+moonlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-2028346401320249441</id><published>2010-09-14T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:58:34.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments are Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TI-ptdmnqdI/AAAAAAAAAJI/o6wjqvUAGU0/s1600/00160Cotton+and+lady.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516814667057965522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TI-ptdmnqdI/AAAAAAAAAJI/o6wjqvUAGU0/s400/00160Cotton+and+lady.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The September month brings fair weather&lt;br /&gt;Welcomes in delightful these cooler days&lt;br /&gt;In my quiet morning a prayer is said to my Lord&lt;br /&gt;Only the strength of my voice is a message today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts as I write these words to comfort&lt;br /&gt;My soul to reach out to others who bares sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Often my mind sometimes is cloudy in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;That I dare live thru each of my fulfilling tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a beauty that lies in poetry that is so unseen&lt;br /&gt;To capture the heart in reality for a destiny untold&lt;br /&gt;One voice to read of the writer's pen relate to the words&lt;br /&gt;A poem is the start of a story or thoughts to unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moments are free in the verses that I write&lt;br /&gt;With these gifts of love from God that's in my mind&lt;br /&gt;A poem has been scribbled on paper that I can see&lt;br /&gt;To be posted at Starlite in one of the challenge times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-2028346401320249441?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2028346401320249441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hummingbird nestles nest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost memories hides in corners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaves are falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In afternoon delight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pushing autumn days hugs the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflection view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall seasons meets winter snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decastitch Poem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-2244394064612409811?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2244394064612409811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TIzumXkbl4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/M9-rxIYlSdQ/s72-c/untitledFALL.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-6014058191422039162</id><published>2010-09-12T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T07:45:23.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling of the Crickets</title><content type='html'>Fall days are cooler in seasons changes of the falling leaves in color&lt;br /&gt;The end of autumn days and nights will soon be long gone into fall&lt;br /&gt;Wind brings a pleasant whisper to a song the crickets will be gone&lt;br /&gt; My foolish dreams at night they are awakened and that is so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is cooler along with the pale moonlight the Earth is busy tonight&lt;br /&gt;Soon it will be winter and the roses hide their velvet with the cold wind&lt;br /&gt;There's a silver frost that will cover Earth to below from the Lord's sight&lt;br /&gt;With their buggy design and the sad fluting of crickets in the dark night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the seasons changes from the summer nights the crickets chirp&lt;br /&gt;Wishy calls of the crickets thru the night to drive you crazy and no sleep&lt;br /&gt;Soon the winter night's sounds will go away and bring a relief to the ear&lt;br /&gt;Never to miss them only to hear take them fishing for bait the pond is near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-6014058191422039162?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6014058191422039162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=6014058191422039162' title='0 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Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TIe1OTx_tuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uoiWrHP_-oI/s1600/couple+in+love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514575526171227874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TIe1OTx_tuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uoiWrHP_-oI/s400/couple+in+love2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each sweet hour before the sunset goes below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your kisses anchors my heart to be real still &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live roses are perfect in our moments of bliss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our love was spinning by the ocean's blue mist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our love words has traveled thru our body and soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our blood was pumping thru our veins out of control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime we touch our desire was a burning light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is cold as ashes in its flame on thru the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wayward our time in thoughts from the night above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belonging to ourself where we are blessed by our love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a full moonlight that takes us away to the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our promises to be together we would never be to far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-2823898589339163249?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2823898589339163249/comments/default' title='Post 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trees are bare naked from the frost of fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;White geese flew south beyond winter's call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the blues of winter soaks into the soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reaches the heart so harsh as it is bold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ringing of a brewing storm has angered the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Lord will protect the lovely birds that flies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off in no man's land the eagle soars high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A secret stroll in the life of spring will hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nightly dreams greatfully comes alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of these are the Lord's gift that we realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The seasons are in the palm of His hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A door is always open to nature's wonderland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the Lord's tender love brings peace from above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the world outside hope lives in His beauty of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Johanna Fields (All rights reserved) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-3084533233500321716?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3084533233500321716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=3084533233500321716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-8512022330792365064</id><published>2010-08-21T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T18:57:09.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guardain Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/THCD5l3cEeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WBC1njxCkME/s1600/Angel+with+falling+stars.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508047369714536930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/THCD5l3cEeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WBC1njxCkME/s400/Angel+with+falling+stars.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An illusion that surrenders my very soul so dark and deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These loosing thoughts are battles from a dreaming sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my tearful face there's a voice within is it from the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be awaken it was a total alone of lonely shadows cast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the weak is forbidden in their despair never to share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is the in between of the night light give time to stare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sound of the cold wind of the weather a misty rain so cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lonesome night beckon through my heart to live so bold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To realize it was the facts that interlace in my very own mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A rain dropping on the cold night mix within thoughts of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is my comfort zone of messier that left me in this shape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a frightening sigh my gaurdian angel ends my only escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some souls are innocent thur the night to be carried away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They leave me with these memories lingering around to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serenity in life there's hope of tomorrow that brings me faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this island it takes me closer to my dear Lord in His grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-8512022330792365064?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8512022330792365064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=8512022330792365064' title='0 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peaceful moment thru God's eyes&lt;br /&gt;A summer wind plays echoes from beyond&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful thing up in the Heavenly sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of the chimes are notes so free&lt;br /&gt;The moving of the leaves touches the soul&lt;br /&gt;There's a melody in the summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;The hummingbirds are taking a noonday nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-3533463256883783408?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3533463256883783408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=3533463256883783408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-8420562250810025628</id><published>2010-08-12T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T08:08:44.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Storm Will Fade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TGVfY27i9uI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vc_086Sto7M/s1600/Rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504911000197068514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TGVfY27i9uI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vc_086Sto7M/s400/Rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's beauty of a great creation,&lt;br /&gt;From the sky to the Earth,&lt;br /&gt;Where His kingdom lies above&lt;br /&gt;And off into the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crown of stars makes&lt;br /&gt;A halo of jewels in the sky at night&lt;br /&gt;.God's wings moves each cloud&lt;br /&gt;around as if in flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thunder has an echo before the rain&lt;br /&gt;,The spirit of the wind you can hear.&lt;br /&gt;Each drop of rain gives a personal&lt;br /&gt;touch of immortal thirst from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lightning of the storm is God's&lt;br /&gt;passage of light to the Earth below.&lt;br /&gt;It's His gift in a symbol that we know&lt;br /&gt;Paints a message thru the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be told In the heaven above,&lt;br /&gt;to see the arc, an array of colors,&lt;br /&gt;becomes the mystery of God's&lt;br /&gt;reason for His lovely rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-8420562250810025628?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TGVfY27i9uI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vc_086Sto7M/s72-c/Rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-1920681415103851699</id><published>2010-07-22T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T14:52:46.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicate Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TEi9p9-C2FI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VlpL_nEZAJA/s1600/bUTTERFLIES+AND+FLOWERS.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496851873912772690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TEi9p9-C2FI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VlpL_nEZAJA/s400/bUTTERFLIES+AND+FLOWERS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A summer breeze chases the showers away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thru the welcome twilight in the soft blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The burning love echoes its sounds of desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A secret dreams are awaiting in the morning dew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love has a delicate vision in passion thru sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tender thoughts with kisses meet as shadows fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our hearts become hurt in words of disappointment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will my days bring a new smile as my name is called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have loved you so much that my days are slipping by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a reason for hope thru love to live again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my soul reaches the stars up in the nightly sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the wind talks outside I listen for love to begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-1920681415103851699?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1920681415103851699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=1920681415103851699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/1920681415103851699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/1920681415103851699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2010/07/delicate-vision.html' title='Delicate Vision'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TEi9p9-C2FI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VlpL_nEZAJA/s72-c/bUTTERFLIES+AND+FLOWERS.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-2466121687182354542</id><published>2010-07-20T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:17:01.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath His Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TEYuS7GEfiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/v1ykI_FRG4s/s1600/Angel+and+red+rose.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496131297887944226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TEYuS7GEfiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/v1ykI_FRG4s/s400/Angel+and+red+rose.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe the angels can cry&lt;br /&gt;Eye of the storm up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Neath the wind of angry dust&lt;br /&gt;Eagle wings are in the flight above&lt;br /&gt;Angel's voice echoes in His Love&lt;br /&gt;There's wind beneath God's wings&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's Door is just a sin away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Words brings a message heard&lt;br /&gt;In tomorrow's dreams He who gives&lt;br /&gt;Souls beneath His wings does live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wings will soar to all new heights&lt;br /&gt;Imaginary view hangs midnight&lt;br /&gt;Night spirits awaken thru daylight&lt;br /&gt;Gone before the dawn is the starlight&lt;br /&gt;Sun of day moves Earth with delight&lt;br /&gt;(C)Johanna FieldsAcrostic Poem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-2466121687182354542?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2466121687182354542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=2466121687182354542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/2466121687182354542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/2466121687182354542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2010/07/believe-angels-can-cry-eye-of-storm-up.html' title='Beneath His Wings'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TEYuS7GEfiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/v1ykI_FRG4s/s72-c/Angel+and+red+rose.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-6920195024318606275</id><published>2010-05-24T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:30:40.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S_q3rerVX6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/3gFQItgkaEo/s1600/burning+love+of+man+and+woman.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474890254619336610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S_q3rerVX6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/3gFQItgkaEo/s320/burning+love+of+man+and+woman.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our secret moments on the wings of love&lt;br /&gt;Took us to these stolen places&lt;br /&gt;Loving came easy for us in the twilight&lt;br /&gt;Our lips touch as we both embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the starry night we became sweethearts&lt;br /&gt;To seek each others burning desire&lt;br /&gt;To open the window there is a soft warm&lt;br /&gt;Breeze and the moon had a glow of sapphire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kisses was alive to take us beyond&lt;br /&gt;There was a shadow of a couple so in love&lt;br /&gt;Our lingering feelings needed much more&lt;br /&gt;As we slipped away we found Heaven above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waltz with me darlin in the candle light&lt;br /&gt;As this time belongs to only us&lt;br /&gt;The music plays a love melody across&lt;br /&gt;The room saying 'I love you' is a must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely red roses laid upon the bed of&lt;br /&gt;Lacey sheets to take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;If we make it thru September everythings&lt;br /&gt;Going to be allright and will bring a new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-6920195024318606275?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6920195024318606275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=6920195024318606275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/6920195024318606275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/6920195024318606275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2010/05/burning-love.html' title='Burning Love'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S_q3rerVX6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/3gFQItgkaEo/s72-c/burning+love+of+man+and+woman.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-365793509092873222</id><published>2010-05-06T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:57:07.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing In The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S-NlPClWE2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/W1i-1Q-JVrU/s1600/dancing-in-the-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468325681623864162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S-NlPClWE2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/W1i-1Q-JVrU/s320/dancing-in-the-rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a song in the air that I breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Softly spoken words were a melody I heard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to the sound I'm singing in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sky has a rainbow I'm feeling no pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A spring rain is full of delight to water earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letting God's landscape taking on a new look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Children at play in a waterhole outside are loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm singing in the rain as it falls from the clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feathered friends are near by in the birdbath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are whistling a tune as they call to their mate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dancing in the warm rain is such fun thing to do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearing the drops of rain are notes to a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-365793509092873222?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/365793509092873222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=365793509092873222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/365793509092873222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/365793509092873222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2010/05/dancing-in-rain.html' title='Dancing In The Rain'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S-NlPClWE2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/W1i-1Q-JVrU/s72-c/dancing-in-the-rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-3578972927532241066</id><published>2010-04-16T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:52:45.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere In Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S8ij1YTco8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ELyXqsVMQmE/s1600/ANGEL02.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460794685639140290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S8ij1YTco8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ELyXqsVMQmE/s320/ANGEL02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’re cherished as an angel, as you look&lt;br /&gt;down on earth, at what you left behind.&lt;br /&gt;We see a part of you, as a child smiles, heard&lt;br /&gt;a word that sounds as if you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carry a memory of you inside, or see you in&lt;br /&gt;a loved one’s eye. You’re a picture in our lives&lt;br /&gt;each day. In a loving spirit, you are among us&lt;br /&gt;,through a beautiful windfall, as you whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the clouds of heaven. Somewhere in time&lt;br /&gt;,we’ll meet again, like a gentle breeze, upon the&lt;br /&gt;open sea. We will walk in a beautiful garden,&lt;br /&gt;planted by God’s tender love. Walking into a rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-3578972927532241066?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3578972927532241066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=3578972927532241066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/3578972927532241066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/3578972927532241066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2010/04/somewhere-in-time.html' title='Somewhere In Time'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S8ij1YTco8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ELyXqsVMQmE/s72-c/ANGEL02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-4148264323413617055</id><published>2010-03-10T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:41:53.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring's In The Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S5fLxXHspLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Tsof8S-GgCM/s1600-h/springtime+picture+of+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447046323208234162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S5fLxXHspLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Tsof8S-GgCM/s320/springtime+picture+of+flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will miss the winter's cold in our summer heat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nightly storms when the thunder rolls its beat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pouring rain hits the window pane from the outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the sleepy moon hides behind the cloud in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring awakens no one cries cause winter's dying today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our feathered friends are in the warmth and here to stay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The green of the earth the ole winter frost has been gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dandelions in the gentle breeze are happily dancing along &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fresh morning dew has a sweet taste in the sunshine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon the roses will take a new growth in planting time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will see spring in shades of color upon the glowing earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We know spring has arrived because God has given a new birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c)Johanna Fields &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-4148264323413617055?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/4148264323413617055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=4148264323413617055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/4148264323413617055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/4148264323413617055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2010/03/springs-in-air.html' title='Spring&apos;s In The Air'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S5fLxXHspLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Tsof8S-GgCM/s72-c/springtime+picture+of+flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-1184822925317111084</id><published>2010-03-10T07:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T07:15:38.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In The Bootheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S5e3ilBtzDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q65F1Lnogng/s1600-h/AuntJoFamily%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447024079010647090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S5e3ilBtzDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q65F1Lnogng/s320/AuntJoFamily%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our family live in the back woods out on the farm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raised in Missouri up before the sound of alarm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day begin bright and early with rise of the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our work as it started it seem never to get done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hands used by mother they bled in winter time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart would hurt for her she was so very kind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farming by the sweat of the brow is what you work for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in those days each one of your dream seem to soar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life was not easy being a shared chopper working the land &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We trust in God with love our garden food we had to canned &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crops was cotton and corn and livestock to be feed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living a poor man’s ways night and day never to succeed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A house hold of children went to school we had better learn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life in the bootheel we worked in the fields as hot sun to burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the dirt was gumbo our life along the mighty river banks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under a roof with parent at home you was not to old to be spank &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;© Johanna Fields &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-1184822925317111084?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1184822925317111084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=1184822925317111084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/1184822925317111084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/1184822925317111084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-in-bootheel.html' title='Life In The Bootheel'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S5e3ilBtzDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q65F1Lnogng/s72-c/AuntJoFamily%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-858306043505629355</id><published>2009-10-18T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:47:03.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/Sttie2YvmQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6ogemb0WVgQ/s1600-h/75a3c4b917f135e5f44f7fbf8a9e57fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394013260841195778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/Sttie2YvmQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6ogemb0WVgQ/s400/75a3c4b917f135e5f44f7fbf8a9e57fe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful lake has a stillness in reflection&lt;br /&gt;From it’s horizon as the day says goodbye&lt;br /&gt;A lovely sunset has a spectacular view&lt;br /&gt;In the orange shade of color in the October sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the shore line you and I walk in the&lt;br /&gt;Evening glow as the sun went down&lt;br /&gt;Our voices echoed to each other in the lovely&lt;br /&gt;Twilight of our words spoken in a beautiful sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me in the cool gentle breeze&lt;br /&gt;You wrapped your arms tightly around me&lt;br /&gt;In a moment after the sunset you&lt;br /&gt;Kissed me in the shadow of the pine trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields, 17th October 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-858306043505629355?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/858306043505629355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=858306043505629355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/858306043505629355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/858306043505629355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-sunset.html' title='Our Sunset'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/Sttie2YvmQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6ogemb0WVgQ/s72-c/75a3c4b917f135e5f44f7fbf8a9e57fe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-6506180945665784510</id><published>2009-10-13T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:56:30.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/StTmMKlFhDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tOr8vctOFVM/s1600-h/dream+bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392187750542050354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/StTmMKlFhDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tOr8vctOFVM/s320/dream+bride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonely bride stood still in her very own day dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Tear’s fall silent inside her heart with pain to scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In a dress of white the moment was here of her dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The wedding palace she stands in a lonesome scene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; She’s a mystery bride she holds within her vow to be said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A misty sky in foggy blue through these things she dread &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where was he? The love of her life was nowhere insight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In waiting for this day to wear the beautiful dress of white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The organ is playing the wedding march a melody of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The beautiful sad bride she had second thoughts thereof &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This day at the altar was different she just wanted to die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Her own world had crumbled, so she needed to run and hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; She said her good bye to yesterday’s dream right away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In life there is some choices within me to be made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Yes my love did me wrong he had left a dear John note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He’s messed up my life it’s not for the better it’s a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; © Johanna Fields (The Cloverpatch Poet) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-6506180945665784510?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6506180945665784510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=6506180945665784510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/6506180945665784510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/6506180945665784510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2009/10/lonely-bride-stood-still-in-her-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/StTmMKlFhDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tOr8vctOFVM/s72-c/dream+bride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-6109374128245198810</id><published>2009-10-08T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:55:29.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Dream</title><content type='html'>The twilight moon hanging at dawns eve&lt;br /&gt; Loving your warm body it embraces me&lt;br /&gt; We are cradled in dreams I do believe&lt;br /&gt; Darling old fantasy how can I not see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Enticing our love with sweet velvet wine&lt;br /&gt; Why can’t we handle two hearts of a kind&lt;br /&gt; We fell in love so deeply we are not apart&lt;br /&gt; Bringing us love to feel each others heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You take me into another world far beyond&lt;br /&gt; Into our loving desire comes alive to respond&lt;br /&gt; Touch me darling it’s been there quite a while&lt;br /&gt; With pillow talk that we can do it our style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a dream to disturb my sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt; Honey, I felt your arms around me tight&lt;br /&gt; You gave me kisses and spread them with love&lt;br /&gt; I long for you daily like for the heaven above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ©Johanna Fields, (thecloverpatchpoet)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-6109374128245198810?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-5778850776714953202</id><published>2009-10-08T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:26:36.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love Forever"</title><content type='html'>Satin sheets with fancy lace&lt;br /&gt;Tangle upon my bed&lt;br /&gt;Red rose petals trace a trail&lt;br /&gt;Of hidden notes unread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fill our hearts in stolen&lt;br /&gt;Moments to echo in the night&lt;br /&gt;Together we had found love&lt;br /&gt;The eclipse of a full moon light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me into your arms&lt;br /&gt;Give me an embrace to last forever&lt;br /&gt;We were cryin in the wind&lt;br /&gt;From the window a love to endeavor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we loved thru the night&lt;br /&gt;A far place had a lovely glow&lt;br /&gt;There was a special magic&lt;br /&gt;To our beautiful world below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Johanna Fields (The Cloverpatch Poet)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-5778850776714953202?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/5778850776714953202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=5778850776714953202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/5778850776714953202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/5778850776714953202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-forever.html' title='&quot;Love Forever&quot;'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-1415975957035022006</id><published>2009-08-03T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:47:45.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Kiss</title><content type='html'>There is a melody in the gentle breeze that&lt;br /&gt; Night floating off in the elegant evening bliss&lt;br /&gt; That cradle us both like sweet tasty red wine&lt;br /&gt; Dancing together in a loveable romantic kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As we were dancing in the moon light to a&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful glow that warmed our very soul&lt;br /&gt;Secretly as our hearts touch in a loving mood&lt;br /&gt;To a lover song and a romantic dance scroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the twinkling stars up above shinning&lt;br /&gt;Like white diamonds far through the night&lt;br /&gt; As we twirl each other in our dances steps&lt;br /&gt;Watching the peaceful smiling moon light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In our sleepless night together we had found&lt;br /&gt;Heaven up about through the fluffy soft clouds&lt;br /&gt; We chase the morning dew as our voices cried&lt;br /&gt; I love you in the splendor of our echoes so loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we face each other to hug in silences&lt;br /&gt; Of words as the beautiful songs played on&lt;br /&gt;We were wishing our night would never end&lt;br /&gt;Live this night forever as we dance until dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-1415975957035022006?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1415975957035022006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=1415975957035022006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/1415975957035022006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/1415975957035022006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2009/08/romantic-kiss.html' title='Romantic Kiss'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-3775829719170600667</id><published>2009-08-03T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:09:02.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeksake Memories</title><content type='html'>From a gentle breeze floating&lt;br /&gt; Chantilly lace in a midnight light&lt;br /&gt; Casting shadows shows outside&lt;br /&gt;There’s a loving moon comes insight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathlessly there’s a new dawn&lt;br /&gt; Opens the sky in a misty dew&lt;br /&gt; We got a few stolen moments&lt;br /&gt;Capturing a love that we knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dreaming came so easy at the&lt;br /&gt; End of summer hot nights&lt;br /&gt;Our romance fills the fragrant air&lt;br /&gt; Loving and holding each other tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With kisses warm and tender&lt;br /&gt; A heavenly love keeps us serenaded&lt;br /&gt; We shall cherish our love forever&lt;br /&gt;Our keepsake memories will never fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-3775829719170600667?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3775829719170600667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=3775829719170600667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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whispered&lt;br /&gt;Over the mountain top and through the tall&lt;br /&gt;Pine trees and beyond the river bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we found lovers path in the peaceful&lt;br /&gt;Valley as a beautiful moon shined below&lt;br /&gt;It was paradise to a place where we had been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within my tomorrows my heart wants&lt;br /&gt;To go back to those days but we quarrel&lt;br /&gt;On the riverbank where it all began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love had become broken from the ashes&lt;br /&gt;Of  heartbreak I will arise Triumphant again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-940511909679264172?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/940511909679264172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-6892772659333329252</id><published>2009-07-20T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:09:28.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Hour</title><content type='html'>Our love has awaken in the midnight hour&lt;br /&gt; When passion came so easy to be right&lt;br /&gt;In the twilight we both seen Heaven&lt;br /&gt; In satin moments silky thoughts tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our own secret to write a love story&lt;br /&gt; Within our hearts and mind to last forever&lt;br /&gt;In yesterdays dreams bares on our soul&lt;br /&gt;In a love romance for us to endeavor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You whispered words into my ears they echoed&lt;br /&gt; In a melody of a song of enchanted love&lt;br /&gt; Your arms reached around me to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;As we watch the beautiful stars above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-6892772659333329252?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6892772659333329252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=6892772659333329252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/6892772659333329252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/6892772659333329252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2009/07/midnight-hour.html' title='Midnight Hour'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-6064075119993349880</id><published>2009-07-05T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:55:17.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Free</title><content type='html'>The fountain had a slow stream that was running free,&lt;br /&gt;water sparkled as it flowed into the palm of the hand.&lt;br /&gt;A father of time, sat reading an almanac at the table,&lt;br /&gt;as the hour glass slowly dropped grains of white sand.&lt;br /&gt;The old porch swing, swung back and forth in the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;pushing care free in the spring air, in one of the four winds.&lt;br /&gt;The sign was an article of faith that expresses God’s work,&lt;br /&gt;the art was a symbol of the past, reflecting now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the distance was a whisper, then a whistle of a loud&lt;br /&gt;sound of the freight train, running on the train tracks.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in his thoughts, running in the fields, little by little,&lt;br /&gt;losing his location, leaving behind a reality of his facts.&lt;br /&gt;Reverberating through the hollow and the river bend,&lt;br /&gt;what direction the sound may go, only nature will hear.&lt;br /&gt;The heart seems to be running back to the country and&lt;br /&gt;was set free, whose name it was calling, seemed so near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-6064075119993349880?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-438243688760668607</id><published>2009-07-02T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:11:44.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In This Moment</title><content type='html'>You came into my life when&lt;br /&gt;I needed you most to love me&lt;br /&gt; Our wild love took us to places&lt;br /&gt; Of the unknown and set us free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Within my dreams I heard your&lt;br /&gt; Voice echoed and called my name&lt;br /&gt; Our love made us laugh in the&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine we cried in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We reached for the moon and stars&lt;br /&gt; Up above in the nightly twilight&lt;br /&gt;When two hearts comes together&lt;br /&gt;With loving arms to hold us tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In this moment you looked into my&lt;br /&gt; Eyes and your words broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;Then the long goodbye slipped from&lt;br /&gt;Your angry lips to break us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields 07/o1/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-438243688760668607?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/438243688760668607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=438243688760668607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/438243688760668607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/438243688760668607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;You took me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And put kisses on my face&lt;br /&gt;My mind filled with thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Just before dawn we embraced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning mist has fallen&lt;br /&gt;In crystal drops of dew&lt;br /&gt;The birds has awakened&lt;br /&gt;In my window there’s the sky of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields June 22, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-3717377280113423036?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3717377280113423036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=3717377280113423036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through our tender moments&lt;br /&gt;We laid in the soft twilight&lt;br /&gt;You cradle me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Through each lonely night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses told a story&lt;br /&gt;And then I knew it was love&lt;br /&gt;In our world alone you and I&lt;br /&gt;Found Heaven up above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our happy memories will&lt;br /&gt;Steal the love inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;We conquered a relationship&lt;br /&gt;To be each others sweethearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the wings of love&lt;br /&gt;Our beautiful promises were made&lt;br /&gt;There is our destiny of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Where dreams lives and never fades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields 06/18 09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-7636405442858971814?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/7636405442858971814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=7636405442858971814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/7636405442858971814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/7636405442858971814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautiful-promises.html' title='Beautiful Promises'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-6151788068492383446</id><published>2009-04-15T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:11:01.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Beyond</title><content type='html'>Heaven is above God’s earth in his spacious sky&lt;br /&gt; It is up in glory land we do not question why?&lt;br /&gt; Above earth cradles the rainbow of color so high&lt;br /&gt; Where the beautiful angels sing then they will fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night time hours the stars twinkle down below&lt;br /&gt;There is a moon of twilight hanging a midnight glow&lt;br /&gt; Our Lord sits upon his throne through pearly gates&lt;br /&gt; Some where beyond where no stormy cloud awaits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A place where the sun shine through heavens doors&lt;br /&gt; With lots of flower gardens in bloom of roses décor&lt;br /&gt; Somewhere beyond we see Heaven and its street of gold&lt;br /&gt; Hearing rock of ages to live forever and never grow old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields 04/07/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-6151788068492383446?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6151788068492383446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=6151788068492383446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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into my life&lt;br /&gt;A fire is burning in desire invites myself to be your wife&lt;br /&gt;I felt your closeness darling in my midnight sleep&lt;br /&gt;When my dreams are awaken thoughts are so deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful dream opens the window of my heart&lt;br /&gt;As I look inside you are there my sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;In reality believing in dreams that feels so real&lt;br /&gt;A tender moment echoes how we both shall feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our destiny took our dreams to mountains on high&lt;br /&gt;We savor this time as our tomorrow flies by&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams collide with reality in a lover’s romance&lt;br /&gt;Lets not push today’s dreams away by chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields, April 5th 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-4206891230410757646?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-6723179496710823987</id><published>2009-04-01T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:34:40.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Love</title><content type='html'>You took my heart away with all my love&lt;br /&gt;In my blue skies you turn them to gray above&lt;br /&gt;My tears felted like pouring rain upon face&lt;br /&gt;You turn my world up side down to a bitter place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you said I may come back to stay&lt;br /&gt;A broken hearted me what can I really say&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams are gone I’m left all alone&lt;br /&gt;Temptations of desire is all our very own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our tender moments when times were bad&lt;br /&gt;Now my broken heart has been a way to sad&lt;br /&gt;We’ll never reach the moon and stars at night&lt;br /&gt;The wings of broken love did we did not hold tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Johanna Fields 03/31/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-6723179496710823987?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6723179496710823987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=6723179496710823987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/6723179496710823987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/6723179496710823987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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embrace each other tight&lt;br /&gt;Forever our love is so strong and true&lt;br /&gt;Moonbeams turn earth to midnight blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere a calmness of our love so divine&lt;br /&gt;Dancing through the wind we will entwine&lt;br /&gt;Floating to the music so softly we dance&lt;br /&gt;Its melody kept us so close in romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Johanna Fields, March 30th 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-2990408228593003433?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2990408228593003433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=2990408228593003433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/2990408228593003433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/2990408228593003433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2009/03/dancing-in-thetwilight.html' title='Dancing In TheTwilight'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-8278578909746241548</id><published>2009-03-27T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:51:49.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were To Leave</title><content type='html'>Our love soared way above the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;To its destiny in our desire on high&lt;br /&gt;We became lovers from the very start&lt;br /&gt;As we stole each others broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams were made in heaven above&lt;br /&gt;Tear drops we had shed in the name of love&lt;br /&gt;We threw kisses through the wind at each other&lt;br /&gt;If I were to leave would it matter to the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love of romancing went out of control&lt;br /&gt;There was a hidden secrets that was so bold&lt;br /&gt;In lovers arms at twilight we took our stroll&lt;br /&gt;If I were to leave my heart would not be whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took me beyond our beautiful limits to care&lt;br /&gt;Our love grew deeply for you and I to share&lt;br /&gt;We let this timeless romances take us away&lt;br /&gt;Would I have a sign if I were to leave today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields, March 26th 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-8278578909746241548?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8278578909746241548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=8278578909746241548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/8278578909746241548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/8278578909746241548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-were-to-leave.html' title='If I Were To Leave'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-8901636522789462460</id><published>2009-03-25T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:05:03.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Awakening</title><content type='html'>Just listen within the voice of spring&lt;br /&gt;To each musical sound&lt;br /&gt;What a pleasure it may bring&lt;br /&gt;When old man winter isn’t around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind chimes in the sun of the day&lt;br /&gt; Is serenaded by our feathered friends&lt;br /&gt;Easter flowers begin to bloom&lt;br /&gt;In different colors - a beautiful blend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buttercups and daffodils are in a parade&lt;br /&gt;Through the soft breeze of spring&lt;br /&gt;There is the sign of the dogwood trees&lt;br /&gt;Are bursting in colors as the robin sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shower of raindrops falling here and there&lt;br /&gt;From the beautiful sky up above&lt;br /&gt;The doors of the chapel are open wide&lt;br /&gt;The bells will ring with the sound of young love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields, March 25th 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-8901636522789462460?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8901636522789462460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=8901636522789462460' 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Page Of My Heart</title><content type='html'>It was a special twilight blooming our devote love&lt;br /&gt;Written a beautiful drama story with no return there of&lt;br /&gt; Into these sacred moments where my heart has been broken&lt;br /&gt;Many treasured but forbidden memories a lost token&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tear stains never fading on the pages of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I look back thinking of you and I really fall apart&lt;br /&gt;How did this story of our love go so wrong&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a heart ache playing a lover’s sad song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering our embrace it was a loving sight&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful love that started my darling it was so right&lt;br /&gt;I’m crying myself to sleep each lonely night&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that you were in my lonely dawn’s early light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields, March 12th 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-1959165275142457038?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1959165275142457038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=1959165275142457038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/1959165275142457038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/1959165275142457038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2009/03/tear-stained-page-of-my-heart.html' title='Tear Stained Page Of My Heart'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-1134625994042782570</id><published>2009-03-22T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:20:31.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier Resting Place</title><content type='html'>An ancient cemetery with its little chape&lt;br /&gt;lSits near by the crosses of white have a name&lt;br /&gt;Where the dying have been laid to rest&lt;br /&gt;In each row they all look the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loss of a family or friend who had left&lt;br /&gt;From this earth of suffering and pain&lt;br /&gt;Our Lord has been taken them on the wings of love&lt;br /&gt;Each eye sheds tears like falling rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young and old who had fought&lt;br /&gt;The war of many battles - it has gone by&lt;br /&gt;The chapel bells will ring and can be heard for miles&lt;br /&gt;When the heavenly angels whisper on high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun casts its shadows in the daylight&lt;br /&gt;On the little cemetery from the eastern sky&lt;br /&gt;There is a quietness upon earth on this sad day&lt;br /&gt;In our grief as we say our goodbyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-1134625994042782570?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1134625994042782570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=1134625994042782570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/1134625994042782570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/1134625994042782570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2009/03/soldier-resting-place.html' title='Soldier Resting Place'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-3095916918829004407</id><published>2009-03-01T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:34:28.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven's Door</title><content type='html'>In the earthly soil, where oursoul of life,&lt;br /&gt;shall walk no more.&lt;br /&gt;There is the open door of the sea&lt;br /&gt;,where each vessel, has took to shore.&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful seed of life, has been&lt;br /&gt;planted, in the dirt of God’s land.&lt;br /&gt;The flight of a flock of birds, as they&lt;br /&gt;journey in the sky, is God’s plan.&lt;br /&gt;When heaven’s door will open,&lt;br /&gt;then earthly time will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;As the Lord moves the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;from up above, the angels&lt;br /&gt;singing thier song.&lt;br /&gt;Hear the tender voices,&lt;br /&gt;ringing tothe praise,&lt;br /&gt;that’s descending on high.&lt;br /&gt;Believing in Jesus, opens the gates to&lt;br /&gt;heaven, where the golden shore will lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-3095916918829004407?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3095916918829004407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=3095916918829004407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/3095916918829004407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/3095916918829004407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-earthly-soil-where-oursoul-of-life.html' title='Heaven&apos;s Door'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-8870649304399604844</id><published>2009-03-01T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:04:10.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering of the Lambs</title><content type='html'>A door becomes a passage, only takes a moment to clearyour thoughts,&lt;br /&gt; takes you into a new beginning inside.&lt;br /&gt;There is an open window that has a flowing breeze&lt;br /&gt;and let the worry follow the wind into God’s love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever troubles your heart, may a spirituallift of God,&lt;br /&gt;it can be the key to help guide.&lt;br /&gt;The path seems to be wooded, it’s not easy to walkto the clearing ahead,&lt;br /&gt; to the sun shining from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May life flourish our fields with God’s flock of lambs,&lt;br /&gt;May Jesus become your shepherd and your keeper.&lt;br /&gt;In God’s passage of words, there is wisdom and love&lt;br /&gt;,let His light shine upon us, our love will grow deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our passage to walk, to meet our Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;is our destiny in life, which becomes the reward to see.&lt;br /&gt;God’s lambs will flock together in the fields when&lt;br /&gt;His work is done and heaven is our home to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-8870649304399604844?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8870649304399604844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-6011765740437206725</id><published>2009-03-01T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:53:38.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love Devine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time you melted my soul to cry&lt;br /&gt;For the moment be both seen heavens blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pores on my skin turned to jewel of pure gold&lt;br /&gt;My heart echoes to myself it’s my first love to be so bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the hand of the clock turn the time of age&lt;br /&gt;We fenced ourselves together as love birds in a cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mystic kisses took us to the ocean’s deep sea&lt;br /&gt;We touched the blue waters through the tender breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams are meant to come true for us both&lt;br /&gt;The midnight stars are bursting to colorful show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love divine grows strong to capture each heart&lt;br /&gt;Belonging to one voice for each other never to part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields, February 28th 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-6011765740437206725?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6011765740437206725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=6011765740437206725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/6011765740437206725'/><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SX81ED6m0uI/AAAAAAAAACU/9JGH-hfYjNA/s1600-h/10427~My-Valentine-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296010030697861858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SX81ED6m0uI/AAAAAAAAACU/9JGH-hfYjNA/s320/10427~My-Valentine-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Hearts And Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember the day of the sweetheart dance&lt;br /&gt;We were shy, so in love and full of romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had many hidden secrets, just you and I&lt;br /&gt;It was Valentines day as you winked an eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our picture was made, we looked so grown up&lt;br /&gt;We shared tea parties, danced with the buttercups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You stole my heart in that precious moment of time&lt;br /&gt;We never thought our love would last for a life time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;These years have slid by, I look back to this very day&lt;br /&gt;Red hearts and roses, a sweet puppy love meant to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;©Johanna Fields, January 27th 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-2239822030575778200</id><published>2009-01-25T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:27:23.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place Called Home</title><content type='html'>Our simple farm life was a place to call home&lt;br /&gt;White cotton fields and our cattle could roam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weather beaten house made by daddy’s hands&lt;br /&gt;In the rich soil of the Missouri harsh flat lands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We counted our blessings with God’s tender care&lt;br /&gt;Through many hard days of learning how to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old house had its roots to the country living&lt;br /&gt;There were hopes and dreams and love is giving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family grew and soon left the nest called home&lt;br /&gt;A place that welcomes its visitors now Mom’s alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields, January 25th 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-2239822030575778200?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2239822030575778200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=2239822030575778200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/2239822030575778200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/2239822030575778200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2009/01/place-called-home.html' title='A Place Called Home'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-474861843874012286</id><published>2009-01-23T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T06:55:49.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wearther Changes Haiku</title><content type='html'>When weather changes&lt;br /&gt;Mid winter dream awaken&lt;br /&gt; Spring doors are knocking&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Johanna Fields (All rights reserved)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-474861843874012286?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;a href="http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/myhome.php?user=johanna266"&gt;Johanna Fields&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-5090060903178005315?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/5090060903178005315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=5090060903178005315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/5090060903178005315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/5090060903178005315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-6306549144442696083</id><published>2009-01-20T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:13:14.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine</title><content type='html'>Our moon dances through the twilight&lt;br /&gt;Lovers dreams to capture us at night&lt;br /&gt;Your arms embrace me into morning light&lt;br /&gt;You cradle my world in a heavenly sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You throw your kisses in a cupid surrender&lt;br /&gt;As you take my breath away in sweet splendor&lt;br /&gt;Be my valentine on this very special day&lt;br /&gt;Entwine my heart to be loved this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me a card with sweet wine from the vine&lt;br /&gt; Velvet roses make my valentine so fine&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are a wonder for this lovely man of mine&lt;br /&gt;I take that I do love him on this lovely valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;a href="http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/myhome.php?user=johanna266"&gt;Johanna Fields&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-6306549144442696083?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6306549144442696083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=6306549144442696083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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cloudy white wings&lt;br /&gt;Downward falls the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening sunset below&lt;br /&gt;Horizon cast reflection&lt;br /&gt;Prefect color view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields 01/20/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-1409033126426877001?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1409033126426877001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=1409033126426877001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/1409033126426877001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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self-important,&lt;br /&gt;time had control to weaken the mind, it was no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;A perfect solution to fit into society, to join the crowd&lt;br /&gt;outside, to walk along, not hide from my own self.&lt;br /&gt;A concealment fills no freedom, in a secret confinement,&lt;br /&gt;heart and soul is a turning point, to see what life is about.&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am, that is the way God made me, a human&lt;br /&gt;being, equal to another in a beautiful life, to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;When I can believe in me and love myself as God wants,&lt;br /&gt;the punishment will be over, I will understand in the end&lt;br /&gt;Inside the wall of life are my poetic senses where dream &lt;br /&gt;Comes true these are with me for the reward as it may seem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-9206181270909377233?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-3165087977196900929</id><published>2009-01-05T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:38:07.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Moments</title><content type='html'>In our surrounding there's pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Alone in our stolen moments tonight.&lt;br /&gt;For two heart with tender love to find&lt;br /&gt;Each other in the romantic twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a moon that shows up above&lt;br /&gt;It looks so special with all the stars&lt;br /&gt;The hands of time will bring in day&lt;br /&gt;We will spend our evenings from afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields, January 2nd 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-8572446497054941776</id><published>2009-01-05T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:27:49.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind Haiku</title><content type='html'>Freezing rain of cold&lt;br /&gt;The wind whispering dixie&lt;br /&gt;Chattering snow birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Johanna Fields 01/05/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-8572446497054941776?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8572446497054941776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-7168447223665271827</id><published>2008-12-29T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:26:36.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Eve</title><content type='html'>New Years Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees that are in blossom&lt;br /&gt;In a coat of snowy white&lt;br /&gt;The wind sings so softly&lt;br /&gt;Upon New Years Eve night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moon set up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Down below in a twilight glow&lt;br /&gt;A family is gathering for &lt;br /&gt;A dinner with young and old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each blessing to be said&lt;br /&gt;To each other along with hellos&lt;br /&gt;Night falls on this little &lt;br /&gt;Town with a welcome echo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields December 29th 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-1178137590979779780</id><published>2008-12-15T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:34:23.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Time</title><content type='html'>Winter time embraces&lt;br /&gt;Brisk cold wind blowing outside&lt;br /&gt;Echoes through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first snow falling&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful blanket of white&lt;br /&gt; Lies on earth in the twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields, December 15th 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-1536476016986925102</id><published>2008-12-09T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:30:55.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifestorms</title><content type='html'>Within the eye of calm lies the storm&lt;br /&gt;There’s a reflection still yet to be born&lt;br /&gt;Life’s views is to thread the open eye&lt;br /&gt;Creative in art to form the beautiful try&lt;br /&gt;Vision is believing that the eye can see&lt;br /&gt;Through night’s darkness dreams can be&lt;br /&gt;The eclipse of the heart is dying for love&lt;br /&gt;To capture this moment in memories thereof&lt;br /&gt;There is a vitality in the living to bring a plea&lt;br /&gt;The soul’s spirit the inner voice cries for thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields, December 9th 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-1536476016986925102?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1536476016986925102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=1536476016986925102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/1536476016986925102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/1536476016986925102'/><link 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chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be a great journey&lt;br /&gt;Our kisses was heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;We marked our tree with love&lt;br /&gt;To engrave where it was bent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promise to love always&lt;br /&gt;And forever to be true&lt;br /&gt;There’s a burning desire&lt;br /&gt;Each kiss so sweet as wine, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever it’s a lover’s spirit&lt;br /&gt;In our body and soul to explore&lt;br /&gt;Your strong arms holding me&lt;br /&gt;Tight, only us wanting more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us spend a life time together&lt;br /&gt;We will always remember the tree&lt;br /&gt;That has stolen our hearts&lt;br /&gt;In our dearest secrets we will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Johanna Fields December 3rd 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-7292808036017508038?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-1457204769674593230</id><published>2008-11-29T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:16:44.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love's End</title><content type='html'>There were times we threw&lt;br /&gt;Kisses through the wind&lt;br /&gt;Our destiny of life has held&lt;br /&gt;Two souls to their journey’s end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departing in the mountains&lt;br /&gt;Was a lover’s quarrel to be free&lt;br /&gt;Like the clouds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;A gentle rain falls in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never said our good byes&lt;br /&gt;We hugged each other and waved&lt;br /&gt;There were many goals we reached&lt;br /&gt;But it were loving hearts we gave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate searched our dreams for each&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows in each battle to win&lt;br /&gt;There are moments to cherish&lt;br /&gt;We lived to become best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When crying tears that really hurts&lt;br /&gt;Soaks into my soul to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Sticks and stones may break my bones&lt;br /&gt;But lies will break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sorrow never came to each other&lt;br /&gt;When our love had gone bad&lt;br /&gt;Would we find a new love&lt;br /&gt;To believe not would really be sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields November 22nd 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-1457204769674593230?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1457204769674593230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-4765305059333196365</id><published>2008-11-29T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:59:58.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Memories</title><content type='html'>The snowflakes are falling softly all around&lt;br /&gt;Memories of my childhood that I have found&lt;br /&gt;Outside lies a pearly clean blanket of white&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost into a special time yet it’s so quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the window a reflection shows&lt;br /&gt;Taking me back to a life playing in the snow&lt;br /&gt;We’d drag a tub to the pond to play a while&lt;br /&gt;The cold wind would blow to make us smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living on the farm was so different then in town&lt;br /&gt;In our shack off the main road we got snow bound&lt;br /&gt;We ’d race out into the yard to make a snowman&lt;br /&gt;On a snowy day we played ‘catch me if you can’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We skated on the ice in our brown leather shoes&lt;br /&gt;Oh what fun it could be our activities to choose&lt;br /&gt;Our snow angels were perfect with lovely wings&lt;br /&gt;The season of old man winter the snowbird sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields 26th November 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-4765305059333196365?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/4765305059333196365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=4765305059333196365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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us part&lt;br /&gt;There’s still a longing&lt;br /&gt;Inside our loving hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our destiny was to stay&lt;br /&gt;Always and forever in love&lt;br /&gt;You and I we said our vows&lt;br /&gt;In earnest promise thereof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To endeavor all life storms&lt;br /&gt;To face them in our own way&lt;br /&gt;Where are hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;To share every single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets never forget our life&lt;br /&gt;Love, please remember me&lt;br /&gt;There should be an eternity&lt;br /&gt;As we embrace we feel so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields 27th November 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-39540781451109400?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/39540781451109400/comments/default' 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fine.&lt;br /&gt;Bring me red roses&lt;br /&gt;Throw them up on my pillow&lt;br /&gt;And then around my bed&lt;br /&gt;Lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Spread wild kisses&lt;br /&gt;With love words said&lt;br /&gt;Where there is love&lt;br /&gt;We feel so warm inside&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts so deep&lt;br /&gt;Our arms embraced&lt;br /&gt;A sign of love sometimes&lt;br /&gt;We have happy tears to weep&lt;br /&gt;You makemy stars shine,&lt;br /&gt;I taste the wine,and I feel grand.&lt;br /&gt;I see your smiling face,you caress&lt;br /&gt;me with a gentle hand.It isn't hard&lt;br /&gt;to know the love that you and I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Let's take offto a deserted island,to make lovein the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields November 28th 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-2331927383084517938?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With delightful eyes to see the floating of pretty leaves, the chasing of butterflies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The hillside a spectacular view of a fallfoliage up toward the autumn sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The jack-o-lantern made from pumpkinsare ready for the trick or treater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The beautiful dear are grazing for foodin the fields and playing follow the leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A happy time for families to give thanks on thanksgiving day to God, up above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God supplies us with our daily needs andcount our blessings for God’s tender love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The fall foliage will soon fade away to bare trees and the snow that has made a blanket of whiteness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The seasonal foliage runs deep in the forestand let there always be love, peace, and quietness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-1442484573529480406?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1442484573529480406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=1442484573529480406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/1442484573529480406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Departing in the mountains&lt;br /&gt;Was a lover’s quarrel to be free&lt;br /&gt;Like the clouds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;A gentle rain falls in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never said our good byes&lt;br /&gt;We hugged each other and waved&lt;br /&gt;There were many goals we reached&lt;br /&gt;But it were loving hearts we gave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate searched our dreams for each&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows in each battle to win&lt;br /&gt;There are moments to cherish&lt;br /&gt;We lived to become best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sorrow never came to each other&lt;br /&gt;When our love had gone bad&lt;br /&gt;Would we find a new love&lt;br /&gt;To believe not would really be sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields November 22nd 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-6950737090623434862?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-497202740843513993</id><published>2008-11-21T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:24:20.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Minute Poem</title><content type='html'>old man winter sings along&lt;br /&gt;Wind whispers song&lt;br /&gt;Snow covers ground&lt;br /&gt;White all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North Pole is busier this year&lt;br /&gt;December’s here&lt;br /&gt;Parade showing&lt;br /&gt;Town lights glowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful fireplace burning&lt;br /&gt;Children yearning&lt;br /&gt;Christmas cheering&lt;br /&gt;Santa’s nearing&lt;br /&gt;© Johanna Fields 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comforting arms&lt;br /&gt;Will always embrace&lt;br /&gt;In the time of need&lt;br /&gt;Through God’s holy grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields, 13th November 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-222492268589951249?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/222492268589951249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=222492268589951249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/222492268589951249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/222492268589951249'/><link 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/&gt;An autumn season shows its color&lt;br /&gt;In the daylight so very bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up above in the pillow soft clouds&lt;br /&gt;In the sky blossoms the sun&lt;br /&gt;The pampas grass of its greenery&lt;br /&gt;At the edge of the river runs on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the landscape so unique&lt;br /&gt;Summer days they are gone by&lt;br /&gt;A visitor comes to rest upon the bridge&lt;br /&gt;To view the mountains high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields, 12th November 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-2195716473626866274?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2195716473626866274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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11/07 /08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://poetry.nkdigitalart.us/challenges/report.php?f=11&amp;amp;p=86"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-3749714233087526009?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3749714233087526009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=3749714233087526009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/3749714233087526009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/3749714233087526009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black cats flying low many funny cries&lt;br /&gt;Old spiders crawl upon the web tree high&lt;br /&gt;Night masquerade at the eve of Halloween&lt;br /&gt;Turn witches into pumpkins so very mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old werewolf feast on the poor human soul&lt;br /&gt;Beware of Jack-O‘-Lantern he’s out to stroll&lt;br /&gt;It’s that time of the year and it’s ‘Trick or Treat’&lt;br /&gt;In the spook house you rest after some sweets to eat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-1160525313162536824?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1160525313162536824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=1160525313162536824' 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type='text'>Fall  Haiku</title><content type='html'>Fall's frosty midnight&lt;br /&gt;Black silk stencil glowing moon&lt;br /&gt;Wind quietly sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanna Fields 10/30/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-6093635239355984144?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6093635239355984144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=6093635239355984144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/6093635239355984144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Riding along in a carriage pulled by&lt;br /&gt;A pair of horses down the dusty lane&lt;br /&gt;Going home after the war, a stay in New York&lt;br /&gt;It was strange but missed the spring rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Victorian house was build by my Grand Daddy&lt;br /&gt; The primrose grew at the golden pond&lt;br /&gt;As a child to hear the old frogs at night&lt;br /&gt;And catch fireflies with memories so fond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white house with those polish windows&lt;br /&gt; With fine lacy curtains waving so free&lt;br /&gt;At Dusk the brass lantern was lit&lt;br /&gt; For long walks in the evening breeze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-5312723847136585389?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-2342667009778335105</id><published>2008-09-23T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:27:21.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A snap shot moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Building memories of the past&lt;br /&gt;Time gone with the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-2342667009778335105?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2342667009778335105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-1172317694963910074</id><published>2008-09-11T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:24:17.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Yield Of Harvest (Picture Poem)</title><content type='html'>After the endless day’s of summer&lt;br /&gt; To the chilly cool night of fall.&lt;br /&gt; Soon to be a frost in the harvest skies&lt;br /&gt; For the Lord to make his call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bountiful produce from this season&lt;br /&gt;for our harvest filed winter need’s&lt;br /&gt; We’ll dress the table up with a bouquet&lt;br /&gt; Of flowers and apple pies yes indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The county fair is on the town square&lt;br /&gt; Where blue ribbons are a treat&lt;br /&gt; The spring seeding for planting time&lt;br /&gt; Of vegetable there’s harvest wheat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old milk can make’s a display for&lt;br /&gt;The dried corn of each fruitful crop&lt;br /&gt; As a golden moon to shine up on earth&lt;br /&gt; Abundance is measure by raindrops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Johanna Fields 09/11/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-1172317694963910074?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1172317694963910074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=1172317694963910074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/1172317694963910074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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smell of each topical flowers with the&lt;br /&gt;Sound of music among the green palm trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The destiny of life where there’s heavenly&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are in the misty blue twilight&lt;br /&gt;Until this moment the stars has crowded the&lt;br /&gt;Sky in it’s magic for the romantic night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this moment lovely country music play’s&lt;br /&gt;Ever so softy as our thoughts begins to grow&lt;br /&gt;There’s a newly found love that take’s control&lt;br /&gt;And this melody filled our heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hold each close let’s dance to a lover’s tune&lt;br /&gt;We were in paradise it was a wonderful song&lt;br /&gt;Until this moment we heard an angel singing&lt;br /&gt;To feel so right we never knew nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields 09/08/08 (This is a song)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-5096555464555978124?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/5096555464555978124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=5096555464555978124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/5096555464555978124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/5096555464555978124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2008/09/until-this-moment-challenge-poem.html' title='&quot;Until This Moment&quot; (Challenge poem)'/><author><name>Johanna 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-589824927057831511</id><published>2008-08-24T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:23:27.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='08/22/08'/><title type='text'>Jesse (Picture Challenge)</title><content type='html'>In the march wind his kite is flying way up high.&lt;br /&gt; A sunny day he plays superman away he flies.&lt;br /&gt; Jesse pop willies on his bike in the morning sun.&lt;br /&gt;In a rain shower some times he can really run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse full of mischief with a mind of his own.&lt;br /&gt; He has lot's friends to play with around his home.&lt;br /&gt; When there’s baking to be done he is not alone.&lt;br /&gt; Jesse love’s to talk he like to be on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It’s gonna be mummy good after the batter is mixed.&lt;br /&gt; His blue eyes light up It’s a strawberry pie that's fixed.&lt;br /&gt; Oh, grandmother she is in the kitchen there is a treat.&lt;br /&gt;He love’s play bat man and ride his bike in the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields 08/22/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-589824927057831511?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/589824927057831511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=589824927057831511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/589824927057831511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Its a mystery of the drama for what comes in sight.&lt;br /&gt; The actors needed make up for the audiance to view.&lt;br /&gt;It's coming to town in a broadway hit that's only a few.&lt;br /&gt; So beautiful behind the curtains of it's cololorful stage.&lt;br /&gt; An actor had painted another to begin in a awesome rage.&lt;br /&gt; The people are smiling at other's opening of the main doors.&lt;br /&gt; They are laughing and clapping while an actor hit the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. scene 2. behind 3. stage 4. make up 5. audiance 6. painted 7. smiling 8. they 9. people 10. needed&lt;br /&gt;(c) Johanna Fields 08-20-2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-4842931599208619765?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-6766166072793698905</id><published>2008-08-15T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:20:58.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Katuata</title><content type='html'>Kindergarden puppy love&lt;br /&gt;Time's we toss kisses with the wind&lt;br /&gt;Lovely friendship grew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet hearts holding hands&lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow echoe's new dreams&lt;br /&gt;Can it last forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-6766166072793698905?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-1189421006829828886</id><published>2008-08-15T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:09:50.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Barbeque</title><content type='html'>Our family feast is annual gathering&lt;br /&gt;of a barbeque cook out&lt;br /&gt;There's a dip in the cool pool of blue&lt;br /&gt; water that's no doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbeque sizzeling on the grill with&lt;br /&gt; our choice's of cut meat&lt;br /&gt;There's  alway starryberry special&lt;br /&gt;  seasoning that make it a treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dig into tasty meal and it's fixin&lt;br /&gt; like it's not gonna be enough&lt;br /&gt; The barbeque is so mummy and&lt;br /&gt;good then we all get real stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's horse shose a game to be played&lt;br /&gt;at the barbeque in aftermoon&lt;br /&gt;When dark settle in out comes the&lt;br /&gt;bugs our day ended way to soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields 08/15/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-1189421006829828886?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1189421006829828886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=1189421006829828886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/1189421006829828886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/1189421006829828886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Distance of the dark evening glow&lt;br /&gt;O’ night where is the golden moon&lt;br /&gt;And starry sky after a day is done&lt;br /&gt;The sun is falling slow to a color&lt;br /&gt;Of autumn scene in setting of sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Johanna Fields 07/21 /08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-2856900860580522853?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2856900860580522853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=2856900860580522853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/2856900860580522853'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt; Wind whispher's rain washes earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Johanna Fields&lt;br /&gt;(Our trip to the lake for a few days)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-7667371249065627849?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/7667371249065627849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=7667371249065627849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/7667371249065627849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/7667371249065627849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt; Of the night a heart’s reward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering tomorrow dreams&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful lie in silence by&lt;br /&gt; As misfortune is to so late&lt;br /&gt; Takes fears put them aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A sinners walk as shades fold&lt;br /&gt; The gift of the righteous lead&lt;br /&gt; Up the stair way a trip to above&lt;br /&gt;Saying prayer a poor soul plead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misery all ways loves company&lt;br /&gt; Doom it’s the spirit of evil stay&lt;br /&gt; Idol disguise it’s self in boring&lt;br /&gt;So calm through light of the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-323274088534358805?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/323274088534358805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-2319921230773326428</id><published>2008-06-24T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:45:01.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Shy" Couplet Poem</title><content type='html'>A shy old maid was going on her frist date.&lt;br /&gt; Her mother said be in at ten do not be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-2319921230773326428?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2319921230773326428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-5038947942373199198</id><published>2008-06-23T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:13:30.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Thirsty" Haiku</title><content type='html'>Drapery gray mist&lt;br /&gt;Unlace foggy morning sun&lt;br /&gt; Dampen thristy earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Johanna Fields 06/23/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-5038947942373199198?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/5038947942373199198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-1097390531894057909</id><published>2008-06-15T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T11:46:55.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Summer Day" Tanka Poem</title><content type='html'>Falling drop's of rain&lt;br /&gt; Cooling dog day of summer&lt;br /&gt;Champagne bubbling waves&lt;br /&gt;Flip flops echoes sandy shore&lt;br /&gt; Rainbow casting shade's of color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (c) Johanna Fields 06/15/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-1097390531894057909?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-8937642049876635687</id><published>2008-06-09T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T07:52:25.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Child of Mine"</title><content type='html'>A shadow box is in the windows of my heart&lt;br /&gt;In a picture of promises of us never being apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our moments of sharing from a fruitful harvest&lt;br /&gt;A spring love is when all the robins goes to nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wondering jew circles a vine around my two feet&lt;br /&gt;When my child likes to climb and play its her treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her curly brown hair she blossoms in the sun&lt;br /&gt;There's labor on the farm and work to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A basket of apples for cooking to make some pies&lt;br /&gt;At times there's tears of joy that makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This child of mine is a true blessing in my world&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful gift the Lord has given my little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Johanna Fields 06/09/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-8937642049876635687?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8937642049876635687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=8937642049876635687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/8937642049876635687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-3726281333773064738?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3726281333773064738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=3726281333773064738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/3726281333773064738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/3726281333773064738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/2008/05/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of The Day'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706959656545643268.post-8251371555616360591</id><published>2008-05-28T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:06:25.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spirit of The Goddess</title><content type='html'>Time today live it like there will be no other.&lt;br /&gt;Love like it’s the last day of your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Unlatch a broken door of the heart of another.&lt;br /&gt;With happiness is a long journey of strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a touch of hope to dream with in.&lt;br /&gt;Watching the leaves on a limb in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond searching this soul in shadows of sin.&lt;br /&gt;An angry sea captures it’s waves over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spirit of Goddess awaken the angels above.&lt;br /&gt;Escape to places to the unknown in a true love.&lt;br /&gt;The rose petals that has fallen with the cold frost.&lt;br /&gt;As always a river of no return a love been lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Johanna Fields 05/28/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-8251371555616360591?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8251371555616360591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=8251371555616360591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Life's personification&lt;br /&gt;Rotation of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless privilege&lt;br /&gt;Looking throught the hour glass&lt;br /&gt;Ticking hands turns grand father clock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Johanna Fields 05/22/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706959656545643268-682770004731587902?l=johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannascloverpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/682770004731587902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706959656545643268&amp;postID=682770004731587902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706959656545643268/posts/default/682770004731587902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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of the cloud.&lt;br /&gt;See his face, a glorious sound as we shout out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you reconcile or have a change of heart?&lt;br /&gt;He is the alpha and omega, his love will not part.&lt;br /&gt;On that great day the saints will be homeward bound.&lt;br /&gt;Angels will sing praises and the trumpets will sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That great day we’ll be able to see how heaven will be.&lt;br /&gt;The streets are paved in gold and our Savior to see.&lt;br /&gt;In the firmament, He’ll say, “Come who had faith in me.&lt;br /&gt;”The divine truth that will set the devoted believer free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deliverance from sin, in the twinkling of the eye.&lt;br /&gt;The great day coming will be a blessing on high.&lt;br /&gt;My work on earth is done, no more walks in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, My Lord, for your love, I see the promised land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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