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Today is June 7, 2015, so much has happened in the years since my last update here. On February 28,2014 I suffered a Heart Attack. Probably one of scariest events of my life but deeply grateful that the Lord has spared me. So because of Him I am here today and able to give Him praise. We are enjoying the warm months of summer here in Georgia as we watch the spring like weather fade. I hope all are enjoying the blessings of our great God!

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"For I know my thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not evil, to give you an expected end. Then shall ye call upon me, and ye shall go and pray unto me, and I will harken unto you. And ye shall seek me and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart." Jeremiah 29:11-13

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Lawrenceville, Georgia, United States
Barbara Carlan is a self taught artist living in the southeast. She was born in Washington D.C., was primarily raised in the panhandle of Florida and traveled all over southeastern United States and parts of Washington state as a child of the military. Barbara from an early age showed a passionate interest in art. She began painting and writing poetry in the late 1980's. Now that her life is free from the responsibilities of parenting and the necessary demands of having a growing family, she's able to pursue her true passions, painting, writing, photography and sewing. Barbara has discovered through art that life with it's complexities can find a sweet fragrance of release through the creative process.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

"Another's Story"

Endless curbing on concrete catwalks,
line the roads of busy towns of small talk.
Miles of asphalt creep thru grassy knolls,
where once anothers story was told.

Of dirt road traffick by horses driven,
and country people were simply living.
Tilling their crops, sown in early spring,
ending their labors, on a front porch swing.

Families gathered near, from exhausted joy,
to share the rewards, of the lives they sowed.
The setting of sun greets the evening damp,
as the early heavens produce galatic romp.

Children stilled listening to grand dads tales,
how once from the homeland on a ship he sailed.
How he traveled months on a merchants vessel,
to come to the new world to work and settle.

How he dreamed of land where he'd build a home,
then herd some cattle and allow them roam.
Then he'd find him a wife and sire them son's,
and work with his hands till the setting sun.

Where once was the homeplace now a parking lot,
and where the barn once stood all the peoples shop.
The pasture land where horse and cattle roamed,
now subdivision filled with cookie cutter homes.

Endless curbing flanked by concrete sidewalks,
lines the pavement of busy towns of small talk.
Miles of asphalt stretch through grassy knolls
where once another's stories were told!
Written By: Barbara A. Carlan 8/27/2009