tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25515632952502942682011-04-21T19:25:01.041-07:00Motherhood Poetry and MusicPoetry and Music that restores the soulkersten campbellnoreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2551563295250294268.post-11457392310806783042008-08-30T17:25:00.000-07:002008-08-30T17:26:09.458-07:00LDS Music World.comListen to uplifting <a href="http://www.ldsmusicworld.com/">LDS Music</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2551563295250294268-1145739231080678304?l=motherpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kersten campbellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2551563295250294268.post-52689477704215773492008-08-30T17:20:00.001-07:002008-08-30T17:21:02.543-07:00LDS.org Music downloadsSeminary <a href="http://www.lds.org/cm/catalogalphamp3/1,18331,4768-1,00.html">music</a>, YW Camp music, primary, etc...to download to your computer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2551563295250294268-5268947770421577349?l=motherpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kersten campbellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2551563295250294268.post-13598301625011280582008-08-30T17:12:00.000-07:002008-08-30T17:13:53.568-07:00Uplifting LDS MusicThis <a href="http://www.ldscompanion.org/index.php?op=music&id=9">site</a> has LDS music you can listen to that is uplifting<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2551563295250294268-1359830162501128058?l=motherpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kersten campbellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2551563295250294268.post-6717293276776389772008-08-30T17:02:00.000-07:002008-08-30T17:03:54.722-07:00LDS poetryPoems written for and by LDS people...on <a href="http://www.ldscompanion.org/index.php?op=poetry">LatterDaySaint companion.org</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2551563295250294268-671729327677638977?l=motherpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kersten campbellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2551563295250294268.post-79016331990391653102008-08-29T19:55:00.000-07:002008-08-29T19:56:03.148-07:00Poems on MotherhoodClick <a href="http://www.thelaboroflove.com/prose/motherhood.html">here</a> to see some more beautiful motherhood poems<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2551563295250294268-7901633199039165310?l=motherpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kersten campbellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2551563295250294268.post-46410251220510262282008-08-29T19:52:00.000-07:002008-08-29T19:53:34.108-07:00Poetry LinkHere is a<a href="http://www.xmission.com/%7Etssphoto/mom/trib.html"> link</a> to many poems and quotes on Motherhood.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2551563295250294268-4641025122051026228?l=motherpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kersten campbellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2551563295250294268.post-83243155493943307632008-02-25T13:17:00.001-08:002008-02-25T13:17:57.635-08:00Passing Time, by Sharman Gill<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Yesterday<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">we picked bright pumpkins from a <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">trailing vine of green<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">and golden maples flicked afternoon<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">light on your honey head of curls.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Today<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">we slog through pallid leaves,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">you a bundle of fleece and boots,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">while naked limbs shiver, entire<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">trees sway. And you point upward<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">into only grayness until<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">I see<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">A hundred birds pass by.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2551563295250294268-8324315549394330763?l=motherpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kersten campbellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2551563295250294268.post-29055214444417221012008-02-25T13:16:00.000-08:002008-02-25T13:17:09.926-08:00At Home In September, by Sharman Gill<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">When I step out in the evening<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">light, I find him, our blonde boy,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">giggles and kicks,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">puckered lips, blowing<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">handfuls of feathered seeds upward<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">toward tree tops and the reddening<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">sky. Wind-lifted swirls<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">beyond this red brick house.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2551563295250294268-2905521444441722101?l=motherpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kersten campbellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2551563295250294268.post-41724649860522527232008-02-25T13:15:00.000-08:002008-02-25T13:16:37.097-08:00A First Blooming, by Sharman Gill<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Always takes me by surprise<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Even when the season’s right.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">How could I miss the tender<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">unrolling, the flushing toward<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">sun? I’ve walked this garden<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">‘round each day as I’ve held<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">you since birth. A part of me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">We are one, I thought,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">until I stopped in color’s path<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">And wondered at the change.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2551563295250294268-4172464986052252723?l=motherpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kersten campbellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2551563295250294268.post-32764685078026720662008-02-20T23:59:00.001-08:002008-02-21T00:05:22.018-08:00Thanks Mom, by Berkley WalkerMother would never yell-<br />it would ruin her voice,<br />so she would sing<br />when others would scream<br /><br />Dinner time is one thing<br />but imagine a chorus<br />at your wrestling match,<br />or your cross-country meet!<br /><br />But I will tell you this,<br />I never grappled better<br />nor ran faster-<br />than when cheered by a Soprano.<br /><br />Thanks Mom.<br /><br />Berkley Walker writes a poem a day on his blog "<a href="http://thelegendofberkley.blogspot.com/">The Legend of Berkley</a>"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2551563295250294268-3276468507802672066?l=motherpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kersten campbellnoreply@blogger.com0