RXC Challenge – Ode to Joy

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Children at Play

Joy

Children

Faces smile

Running, playing

No worries this day,

Happiness in their moves

Freedom in abandonment

Sneaking around, play hide go seek

Impatience makes revealing joyful

Oh for the mind of a unworried child

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Etheree

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #389

MLMM FRIDAY Faithfuls

Respond to this Friday Faithfuls challenge by writing about what makes you happy in life, if you enjoy reading books, going out for a walk or watching the sunset, or if you take pleasure in the smell of coffee brewing, or if you enjoy listening to a bird sing, or watching a squirrel climb up a tree, or playing music, or making someone laugh, or enjoying a home cooked meal, or you can go with anything else that you think would fit.  

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I think all of the above applies to what makes me happy! This latest photo of my new great grandson takes the cake right now.❤️

One month old❤️😚

The Simple Things

Friday Fictioneers

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Joe didn’t want to go, but friend Mike insisted. “We don’t have anything to celebrate, Mike! I lost my job, almost got a divorce and the country is going nuts! What exactly are we celebrating?”

Mike looked around the room, seeing his wife and children, knowing they’re a reason to be happy. “See this, Joe? Don’t we give you reason? Our country will bounce back. Things only go so far downhill, then upslope. Maybe not this year, but look and know we are lucky. We are out of the fray. Now get in the stinkin’ boat – we’re watching fireworks!”

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11 July 2025

Esther’s Writing Prompts

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Everyone loves Tweety I must say

And Road Runner?

What can I say?

Brilliant tricksters in cartoons

But at night, shadows on the moon

A raven, of course from a poem by Poe

A murder of crows, always in the know

They sit in rows or stalk you in trees

Crows and ravens do as they please

And a favorite of mine is the magpie

Their wings beauty shown as they fly

Yes they’re big and noisy and mean

At least that’s what people have seen

But their beauty cannot be denied

As they strut in the yard, determined stride

Beauty in ponds are the swans so white

Floating and flying with wings of might

Birds certainly are a love of mine

Hitchcock’s version with me does not align.

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