Feathering your Nest

Expecting guests that need a soft chair and a chat ...

Feather Beds with "downy" dreams... 

A "Raindrop Lamp made by the Himalayans... 

A Book of Poetry by talented Wordsmiths... 

Kneeling on a Prayer Mat where Petitions are made... 

Soft Pillows where Elvis once slept with a Teddy Bear,,, 

A long lost Relative that remembers the Family Farm.  

The treasures that Grandma left by a Rocking Chair.  

An Old Guitar that a Troubadour played when He 

stole my Heart one Day.  

All these things I will share

because I care.   Pat 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Your beautiful memories Pat placed before us. Each one, a treasure to you. I thought of your home and what a place of comfort and love it must be. I would gladly sit in a soft chair and chat with you. I share memories of feathers in my pillows, soft and downy and Elvis whom I adored as a teenager.I loved his voice as well as his films. Thank you for your poetry Pat.

Fondly

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris… it seems everyone is so busy these days… they do not take time to relax and visit with a Friend. Reading your Review made it seem as though we had a heart 💜 to 💜 heart chat with a bowl of Strawberries and Ice Cream. We have one Big Bear Chair that Roger prefers… everyone else has to sit on matching Sofas… if Truth be known. Our young Granddaughters like to sit at the Chess Table and make Moves that could affect the Parliament . Poetry gives you a chance to Relax and remember the Highlights of a well-lived Life. It is a Pleasure to share the Moments that we Cherish. tenderly, Pat

[Dave Brown]

all are very warm remembrances, especially that of having your hear willingly stolen by a troubadour with an old guitar.
As we age we can enjoy looking back at the moments that meant so much
We had a major windstorm here the other day, trees down, etc., birds blown asunder and I am afraid my so very special swallows have been a part of the casualties
this was a warm and pleasant read

[Patricia Wedel]

Dearest Dave… so sorry to hear of the casualties of your special Swallows. The Birds are so Special to me. We have had high winds off and on for about a Month. It is beautiful to feel the Breeze and watch from the upstairs Windows. However, there is always the threat of Casualties and destruction. Yes, the photo with my
Poem is George Strait who sings.. “I’ll be an Old Troubadour when I’m gone. I met my husband at Bronco Billy’s and asked him to dance… and it turned into Romance for many years. We both wear Cowboy 👢 Boots. Thanks for sharing and Intrust your Swallows will return from Whence they came. May your Summer be blessed with Cool Watermelon for Memorial Day and the Fourth of July. gently, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

i think this is my new favorite of yours Pat ... every line has the power to touch some memory or another of all .. the Elvis touch for me is particularly a surprise treat .. but the family farm .. G-Ma's rocking chair (i have both my Gramma and Grandpa's rockers in the family room downstairs)
another delightful warm inviting poem says i! thanks for sharing
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Gene… it was Fun to read your Review… mentioning things that Warm our Heart. I love the Song, “Rock of Ages… Rocking Babies” and so forth… Grandma and Grandpa’s Rockers are very Special.. Yes, Elvis sang, “I wanna be your Teddy Bear”. All these memories help keep us balanced in a World where Unrest is prevalent. Your Review is like a 🌈 Rainbow that I have not seen in about four years or so. tenderly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

Pat ... with you attitude surely there are rainbows at every turn of your head .. luv and joy my friend!

[Patricia Wedel]

“Where troubles melt like Lemon Drops… 🎶 “Somewhere over the Rainbow”… Bluebirds fly…. 🎶…. Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful dance of words and thoughts dear Pat. Kind of poetry, you want to read again. Thank you, dear friend, for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John… it is a pleasure to read your Review… almost like dancing by the Sea. Summertime and the Livin is easy… Fish are hoppin and the Cotton is High. One of these Mornings when the Sun rises in shades of Lavender Blue… I will say a Prayer for You. Amen… Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pat and I hope you are enjoying the days of June.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This is such a lovely piece of poetry that at its heart defines the places we call home. Excellent work Pat. A truly heart felt poem.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Carlos... Birds of a Feather flock together...
It seems there areaway Birds around... to remind us that we can survive with innovations that Nature provides, I appreciate your review so delicately framed. tenderly, Pat

[Lisasview]

Good morning Pat,
Another lovely poem that I am enjoying early this morning here in beautiful Spain...
Nice to share because you care..
Appreciated,
Lisa

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lisa.. it is a little after two am here in Virginia… we had quite a Wind Storm… but no Damage for us. Most of the Wind passed our way for five minutes. Lovely to know you read my poem with Coffee in the morning. Going to Bed now. I am blessed with your Review to sleep pleasant Dreams. gently, Pat

[Lisasview]

Now isn't that such a very lovely thing to say.
Your are most welcome,
Lisa

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Folks... the years go by and soon we settle
on a Bough from a Chestnut tree where Dreams are
nestled among the Feathers... as other Birds gather for a family Reunion.... singing George Strait songs... "I Cross My Heart". gently, Pat