Wow, Xanga has a whole new look. I hope we lifetime users are still free; that's kind of what I'd expect from a "lifetime" account. I haven't posted any new poems this year. I've been in a different mental place, I guess. I do need to write a Christmas poem soon though. It's tradition

Behold the Lamb

That starlit night so long ago,
with shepherds close at hand,
a lamb was born whose destiny
would change the fate of man.

Behold the one who died for us,
who paid the price for sin,
whose sacrifice defeated death
that all might live again.

May hope and joy restore mankind
who celebrate His birth;
I pray His grace will rest with you 
and grant you peace on Earth.

　
2012 Cheri Neuman Herald

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Merry Christmas to all my Xanga friends!

A jug of wine,
a loaf of bread,
a silky blanket
is so softly spread.

A swarm of ants,
swift lightning’s crack--
Off to McDonald’s
for a take-home snack!

 
2012 Cheri Neuman Herald

I did some "If I Were..." poetry activities with the students.

If I were you,
and you were me,
you'd see yourself
instead of me!

If I were rain,
soft and wet,
I'd fall for you--
yep, you bet!

If I were a tree,
tall and green,
I'd like to see,
not just be seen.

If I were a cloud,
fluffy and white,
I'd stay up all day
and then all night.

Fun and easy poetry lesson.

   Son-in-law Chet (on phone) step-dau Feleshia and
                                                                                                                                                                                            brother Scott

 
dau Carrie, Sis-in-law Susan                                              Son-in-law Adam watching TV

Grandson Logan (2)                                    Mom, Scott, Susan

It's hard to believe I've been here at Xanga for 11 years. Some of you Relics have watched my kids grow up--and I have watched yours. Here's to us!

Happy New Year, Xanga Friends!

Gifts of Gold

Times are hard, money’s tight;
nerves are frayed, people fight.

Though not found ‘neath a tree,
gifts of gold can be free.

Hold a hand, give a hug;
put a smile on your mug.

Pat a back, feed a friend;
find some fences to mend.

Cut some slack, eat some crow;
drop a grudge— save your dough.

Times are hard, money’s tight;
things seem dark— be a light!

  © 2011 Cheri Neuman Herald
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Merry Christmas, Xanga Friends!

This weekend is the Florida State Poets Association state convention to be held in Lake Mary, Florida. Our numbers are really down apparently due to the economy. The hotel said many groups are having the same problem.  It should still be fun, just more intimate. I actually have two new poems to post afterward.

God be with all who were touched by the tragedy of 10 years ago-- all of us.

For Mother's 80th, I took her to my brother's by train--she won't fly.  We got a bedroom car.  It was a nice experience. Like the cruise, the food was very good, and the service was wonderful. I really enjoyed sleeping to the train's rythm.

Connecticut is lovely, with lots of historical homes to visit. 

We also drove to Sturbridge Village in Massachusets; it is a reenactment of colonial village life.

But my biggest desire was enjoy the lobster again.  It did not disappoint.

l to r: sister-in-law Susan, me, Mom, brother Scott

I'd never cruised before.  I didn't have to drive, read maps, or worry about breaking down.  The food was good, the shows were well done, and the snorkeling was amazing.

Tomorrow, I'm boarding a train to Connecticut. Mother and I got a sleeper car, so it should be comfortable.  I foresee much lobster in my near future!