Poems in this issue Linda Barrett Ruth Deming Jan Felgoise Marion Fox Angela Glover Jan Goldman Maxine Hobbs Grace Lynch Marvin Thall   Edited by Kristine Grow For more information about  writing workshops offered by the Cheltenham Township Adult School, contact: Cheltenham Township Adult School 1414 Panther Road Wyncote, PA 19095 Phone: 215-887-1720	Angela Glover Angela C. Glover was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in 1960.  She has been writing poems and journaling about her life’s experiences for the past 33 years.  Angela has been married to her high school sweetheart for 30 years. Her God-Given talent is encouraged by her supportive family. She believes writing is her ministry and strives to excel to the highest plateau imaginable.   My Guardian Angel   Unafraid, Humans are not a threat Focus on how the Holy Spirit Resides if we allow it to   Some folks asked “why don’t you tear it down?”   Irritant animal excrements It seemed was an inconvenience Releasing bodily waste uncontrollably False assumption while being observed   Doves display this behavior When the mother dove teaches The youngster to grip the branch Similar experience we have encountered Nervousness when attempting something new   Taken by the white dove Often at special occasions Radiant, Splendid colors Are displayed on a dove’s skin Accented by dark grayish blue And a hint of purple   Observing a family of doves As Winter changed to Spring, Summer to Fall the cycle continued thrice   Delivering at the Holly Berry Tree Eight guardian Angels As they are often thought  To represent a symbol of peace   Protecting the fort They seemed determined to stay   When approached for a closer look It grips the branch tighter Not bothered by the on-lookers Guarding intently its own family   Anything in common observers   How God watches us Apparently we are unaware   As our friendly doves studied us Thoughts gathered as to why They had stayed so long Did they feel welcomed   Protected we felt As if our guardian angels Positioned themselves in their Holly Berry Nest   Makes you wonder why man is sometimes Oblivious to the Creator of all   Surely the Dove reminds us that Guardian Angels are Where you least expect them      One Definitive Day   It would be sausages tonight on a bun……. just a passing thought Quickly “dinner needs to be served” Humdrum events……… Hopes of a glimpse of excitement to change the pace Just a little throwing our foot steps out of beat   You go, you come, you smile and wave The sunlight begins to yield Not too fast but all in concession   A Red Alert!   Cars rushing      meters rise to its’ highest point A whole span of time elapse - Blank   Thoughts are continued in another form Dreams or illusions, can’t tell Voices, bells, feeling as if under a spell AWAKENED! STARTLED! Engulfing Eyes……………………… Capturing truly this moment   Never would have imagined it Still trying to digest it Never again will “I Be the Same”   Change, something we ask for Uncertain of what that means for an individual? Adventure, Risk, Boldness Could Hazard become Coldness? At times we feel our existence is mundane PURPOSELESS Little do we know…   A Coma…….My Definitive Day!	"Storytelling reveals meaning without committing the error of defining it." Hannah Arendt
	Editor's note:   At this time, The Tookany Review is accepting only the work of writers who are enrolled or have been enrolled in Cheltenham Adult School writing workshops. Home

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