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The Trials and Treasures of Life
The Trials and Treasures of Life
The Trials and Treasures of Life
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Most of my poems are happy ones. I have always written to express my emotions or moods.

Contentment was written on the way to Sedona, Arizona. I was with a couple of widows, one of whom had just lost her husband. I lost my companion twelve years ago. My contentment did not come easily or swiftly.

They Still Dance describes my feelings after watching a couple from our nursing home as they waltzed out on the dance floor.

Together Again was written for my cousin and my friend who have rekindled their romance. They were childhood sweethearts, then went separate ways. Now, in their seventies, they are in a serious relationship.

Most of my poems are personal or a result of an observation. I love sharing them with friends.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherXlibris US
Release dateSep 29, 2014
ISBN9781499072891
The Trials and Treasures of Life
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Naomi Tomlinson

Naomi Tomlinson is a retired teacher. She has had numerous poems, articles and short stories published in magazines and the local newspaper. Last May her book, The Rhymes and Rhythms of My Life was published. She has had the honor of reading several of her poems at the university in Seattle, Washington.

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    The Trials and Treasures of Life - Naomi Tomlinson

    Copyright © 2014 by Naomi Tomlinson.

    ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-4990-7290-7

                    eBook            978-1-4990-7289-1

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

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    Rev. date: 09/22/2014

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    CONTENTS

    POEMS AND SHORT STORIES

    By Naomi Tomlinson

    Contentment

    A Chaplain’s Job

    A Deep Regret

    A Simple Thank You

    A Trip To The Nursing Home

    Along The Way

    At Conemara

    Christmas Eve

    Disappointed

    Don’t Cry For Me

    Don’t Spread Your Woes!

    Grandma’s Advice

    Grandma Thought Tweet Was A Bird

    Great Grandma Observes

    Harper, After Hearts For Hearing

    Hometown Visit

    How Did I Fail?

    I Hate Thin Walls

    Leaving The Nest

    Logan, My Five Year Old Great-Grandson

    Memories Of Graduating Seniors

    My Friend

    My Getaway

    Never Say, How Are You?

    No Remorse

    Noble Sacrifice

    Nostalgic Thoughts Of Winter And Fall

    Passing Times

    Preview For Heaven

    Respectful Decline

    Sacrifices

    Some Mother’s Son

    Suddenly, I’m Old

    Temporary

    That Certain Smile

    The Beauty Of Her Smile

    The Death Of Our Class Comedian

    The Quiet Man

    The Simple Life

    They Still Dance

    Too Late?

    To Whom Much Is Given

    Together At Last

    Too Much Fun

    Trip To Sandburg’s Home

    Unexpected Love

    Why?

    Hard But Necessary Changes

    The Games We Used To Play

    I Red Rover

    II The Needle’s Eye

    III Go In And Out The Windows

    IV Three Deep

    V Ball And Jacks

    VI Jumping Rope

    VII Bobbing For Apples

    VIII Roll The Hoop

    IX Barrel Walk And Barrel Ride

    POEM

    By Leroy Dority

    My Wife

    POEM

    By Lori Eikel

    My Brother’s House

    POEMS AND SHORT STORIES

    By Judy Goodspeed

    For Better Or Worse

    Mama Tried

    A Stinky Adventure

    POEM

    By J.D. Hess

    Love’s Tempest

    SHORT STORIES

    By Johnnie Wingo

    Learning The Language

    Sharecropper’s Daughter

    Dedication

    I would like to dedicate this book to my daughter Jennie and her husband Harold Gordon, and to my son Fred McKinney.

    Also to my grandchildren: Lindsey Sanders and husband Billy; Whitney Laramore and husband Bryan; Shawn McKinney and wife Beth; and to my granddaughter Teresa Bynum.

    This book is really a continuation of my first book The Rhymes and Rhythms of my Life.

    I feel blessed and pleased by the response to my first book.

    I have written poems and stories since I was a child, however, I showed them to few people until later in life.

    In the 80’s I began attending writers’ workshops. I received much encouragement, but not until 2002 did I become serious. With Judy Goodspeed’s encouragement I joined PAWS, a writer’s club.

    Very soon, I began getting a few things published and I won a few contests.

    I will always be grateful to my friend Judy who herself is a writer.

    I am also appreciative of my friends at the First Baptist Church.

    A very special thank you to my great pals Judy Goodspeed and Johnnie Wingo. Without you this book would never have come into fruition.

    Poems And Short Stories

    By Naomi Tomlinson

    Contentment

    I’m living the life fate dealt me,

    Sad but not bereft.

    Don’t waste your time with sympathy.

    For me, much more is left.

    I have great friends and family,

    A perfect place to live,

    A faith in God, a place to serve

    And means with which to give.

    Sometimes when things do not go well

    I may feel a bit blue,

    And though old age comes creeping up,

    I still have much to do.

    Many rich blessings come from God

    To me each single day,

    And for these gifts that I receive,

    I never can repay.

    So when my Savior calls me home

    To meet Him face to face,

    There at his feet I’ll worship Him

    And thank Him for His grace.

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    A Chaplain’s Job

    He softly knelt beside her chair.

    He said I feel your pain.

    She didn’t try to hide her tears

    For the son who’d been slain.

    He was only a child she said.

    Why did he have to go?

    And did he die in vain she asked

    I’d really like to know.

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