It was a cold winter night,
The moon was shining bright,
Reflecting off the snow,
With a cold soft glow.
In the distance I could hear,
An owl hoot loud and clear,
The sound echoed through the trees,
And resounded in the breeze.
A fellow creature wild and free,
Was communicating to me,
And less alone I felt now,
At peace and comforted somehow.
A creature of the night,
Usually stays out of sight,
Almost never seen by some,
Is the unobtrusive opossum.
It has a knack for playing dead,
The young in a pouch are fed,
Feeds on scraps here and there,
Eats almost any food anywhere.
It has survived since antiquity,
And still lives wild and free,
In the modern world of today,
In its own unique opossum way.
No flowers, no bees,
No leaves on the trees,
No beautiful butterflies,
Just cold winds, and gray skies.
No gardens, no warm sun,
No berries for anyone,
No fruit on trees or vines,
But bitter cold weather signs.
No vibrant colors, no green.
Only muted grayish tints seen,
As November has come again,
Hope for spring must begin.
(511) The Chipmunk
A little chipmunk I see,
In the yard running around,
So happy and free,
Running across the ground.
Such optimism it shows,
Such a carefree way,
Like no sadness it knows,
Just to frolic and play.
Great to be like it there,
Happy as the chipmunk appears,
To be without a care,
To have no worries or fears.
(512) The Little Mole
Little mole in the ground,
Digging tunnels all around,
You seldom see the sun,
You don't seem to have much fun.
But maybe you like it down there,
Maybe you don't care,
Digging around in the dark,
Maybe to you it's a lark.
All the bad things up here,
You don't have to fear,
In your tunnel digging away,
May be a good place to stay.
Sing Little Cricket, Sing
Sing little cricket, sing!
Your chirping sure does ring.
You a lot of happiness bring,
As you welcome in the spring.
I miss your chirping all winter long,
It's sad without your song,
I'm glad when spring comes around,
And once again I hear your sound.
It's lonely when you're not here,
In the night to bring cheer,
In winter it's so cold and still,
In the grip of the wintry chill.
The Frosty Morning
It was a frosty morning,
The sun was shining bright,
The air was cool and crisp,
After the chilly night.
No doubt summer was gone,
And the cold was here to stay,
The flowers were all dead,
The bees and butterflies gone away.
But the birds were still here,
And the blue sky serene,
The trees and grass were agleam,
Amid the splendor of the frosty scene.
The snow fell in the night,
And a new world on every hand,
Appeared in the morning light,
Forming a beautiful wonderland.
A snowy landscape everywhere,
As far as the eye could see,
And a freshness in the air,
In a scene of tranquil beauty.
The sunlight glistened off the snow,
On a limb a cardinal sang sublime,
And all around the heavenly glow,
Of a magical moment in time.
The Stream of Life
Life is like a flowing stream,
In an unending dream,
Past memories ebb and flow,
As the waters of life past us go.
Eddies form from day to day,
As life unfolds along the way,
Amid the rocks the waters swirl,
As the stream of life does unfurl.
Looking back in time we see,
Memories until the present be,
How swiftly time does fly,
As the stream of life goes by.
I was born near Otter Creek,
Where my parents and I used to go,
To fish and have picnics sometimes,
As near our farm it used to flow.
As I remember back to my youth,
I have happy memories of the stream,
And time I spent with my parents there,
Though so long ago it does now seem.
My parents are passed away now,
And I wish I could go just once more,
Back there on Otter Creek again,
Fishing with my parents like before.
There was a meteorite on our farm,
I remember up the hollow it lay,
A large round reddish colored rock,
And as a child around it used to play.
Sometimes I would at it stare,
Wondering how it traveled so far,
And landed in the woods there,
Imaging how it traveled from a star.
It lay alone in a wooded area,
Like an entity unto itself it dwelt,
And sometimes when I was there,
Near it a sense of peace I felt.
I remember Fieldon Hollow well,
As our farm was just across the ridge,
Down past the rock quarry,
Just before Otter Creek bridge.
A winding road south of Fieldon, Illinois,
My parents and I would often follow,
And in my memory it was a good feeling,
Coming home down Fieldon Hollow.
As time has passed and I've grown older,
My memories are somewhat less clear,
But Fieldon Hollow is still etched there,
As a pleasant memory I hold dear.
The Nutwood Church
I fondly remember the Nutwood Church,
That my parents and I attended years ago,
Located in the small town of Nutwood, Illinois,
Near where the Illinois River waters flow.
My mother especially loved the church,
And to sing the gospel hymns and pray,
She was a kind and caring person,
Who prayed and read the Bible every day.
I remember with fondness the congregation,
Who attended the church way back then,
As they all seemed a part of my family,
And I wish could go back there in time again.
The Union Forest Church
I remember as a boy I attended,
A church with hills and trees all around,
A true country church near Otterville, Illinois,
The Union Forest Church was hallowed ground.
The sound of gospel music could be heard,
Throughout the hills and hollows nearby,
A cathedral in the woods it was,
Beneath the stars and the bright blue sky.
In my memory back once again I return,
To that place of worship and love,
Where the presence of God seemed near,
And heavenly peace descended from above.
The River Town
I remember from my youth,
A true river town nearby,
The town of Grafton, Illinois,
A beautiful river view for the eye.
Located at the confluence of two rivers,
The Illinois River and the mighty Mississippi,
Grafton is the most unique of towns,
A place of wonderful scenic beauty.
Grafton has the river on one side,
And on the other side bluffs and trees,
It was a fascinating place to visit,
That will always live in my memories.
The Piasa Bird
The legendary Piasa Bird mural,
Depicts a Native American dragon,
On the bluffs along the Mississippi River,
Near Alton, Illinois it is painted on.
When I first saw it as a child,
Viewing it struck fear in my heart,
It appeared such a fearsome creature,
Though it was a beautiful work of art.
The mythical creature was much feared,
And said to be a devourer of men,
That ages ago inhabited the area,
Hopefully it doesn't return once again.
The Jersey County Courthouse
I remember as a small boy,
Viewing with awe at the architecture,
Of the Jersey County, Illinois courthouse,
A beautiful and majestic structure.
Designed in the Romanesque style,
With a tall octagonal cupola atop all,
Terminal towers at the front corners,
And a raised front porch stone wall.
It looked to me like a European castle,
That I had seen in books before,
And every time I went to town,
I looked forward to seeing it once more.
The Carrollton Sale Barn
I will never forget as a small boy,
Of going with my father years ago,
To the Carrollton, Illinois Sale Barn,
And the excitement I was to know.
There was a menagerie of animals,
And it was like heaven for me,
The pigs and cows and horses,
And outside small animals to see.
Outside also were other farm products,
Machinery, hay, and furniture sold,
And in my memory it was a wonderland,
A place of happy memories untold.
The Christmas Tree
What a joy for all to see,
The beautiful Christmas tree,
Decorated with love and care,
To provide a happy festive air.
All the family gathers around,
And all the presents are found,
At the Christmas tree each year,
As it is a place of holiday cheer.
The Christmas tree is a traditional lore,
That all the family does adore,
For happy memories there are made,
That time and age cannot fade.
Icicles hanging from the eaves,
Sparkling radiant in the sunlight,
Forming drip by drip over time,
Like gem stones gleaming bright.
In the moonlight a silvery glow,
In formations of glittering array,
Like stalactites hanging in a cave,
Creating a spectacular display.
The icicles around our homes,
Are crystal clear and pristine,
From freezing and thawing of snow,
Forming a beautiful winter scene.
The Aurora Borealis
The beautiful Aurora Borealis,
A spectacular phenomenon in the night,
As the night sky explodes,
With a dazzling display of light.
We are blessed on earth to view,
Sights to brighten and cheer our heart,
Which help us to cope with life,
And the problems which are our part.
Viewing northern lights in the sky,
And other natural wonders that display,
We find the beauty and grandeur there,
Uplifts our spirit as we go along our way.
The Old Oak Tree
In my yard grows an old oak tree,
Probably a hundred years old or more,
With huge limbs that cover my house,
And it stands right outside my front door.
In summer it provides welcome shade,
And in autumn the leaves are bright red,
It shields my house from the blustery wind,
And from the hot summer sun overhead.
In springtime the green leaves sprout,
And on the limbs the birds perch and sing,
And each day as I awaken and see it there,
A feeling of peace and comfort it does bring.
The Little Chickadee
Upon a tree limb near me,
Sits a small bird called a chickadee,
A friendly little bird often near,
Around my home all seasons here.
They often visit the bird feeders nearby,
Or as I walk in the yard overhead fly,
And they often sit on a limb and sing,
A little song that cheerfully does ring.
Even in cold weather they stay around,
An uplifting sight with snow on the ground,
And sometimes when I feel down or sad,
I see a chickadee and it makes me glad.
Everyday Is A Blessing
I'm thankful for every blessing here below,
For friends I have come to know,
For peace and freedom from pain,
And I'm thankful for the blessed rain.
I'm thankful this morning I awoke once more,
And for the birds singing outside my door,
That the gift of another day is mine,
And that I may still my path in life define.
I'm thankful for the glowing sun,
And for the race I have already run,
Though I may have faltered now and then,
I'm thankful for the blessings that have been.
Full Moon Shining Down
Full moon shining down,
Illuminating all around,
Casting a soft silvery glow,
On everything below.
Like a vision in a dream,
So unreal it does seem,
Like viewing a fantasy land,
All about on every hand.
The view calms the mind,
A sense of peace we find,
In the heavenly scene,
So beautiful and serene.
The Grand Canyon
Natural wonders such as the Grand Canyon,
Enthrall and awe us with their beauty,
All around us in our spectacular world,
And we are inspired by all that we see.
How fortunate we are to live on earth,
As a part of such grand wonders here,
And to be aware of our existence,
Amidst these magnificent vistas so dear.
Sometimes life can be very difficult,
And we become weary and depressed,
But viewing scenes so beautiful and awesome,
Helps us despite our troubles feel blessed.
The Rocky Mountains
Of the wonders of the world,
The Rocky Mountains rank high,
Towering snow packed peaks,
Reaching far into the sky.
They are an awe inspiring view,
And a fantasy land they seem,
Of grand majestic splendor,
Portraying an artist's lovely dream.
They uplift the human spirit,
And our horizons expand,
Beyond our everyday life,
Unto a beautiful wonderland.
The Redwood Forest
The beautiful redwood forest,
Of two thousand year old trees,
That tower into the sky,
And sway in the breeze.
The magnificent redwood forest,
Of trees that spanned the ages,
Gigantic in size and height,
A masterpiece on earth's stage.
The spectacular redwood forest,
Is an awesome source of delight,
Truly a wonder of the earth,
An uplifting inspirational sight.
The Storms Of Life
The storm is near,
A powerful force,
Dark clouds appear,
As it sets its course.
The lightening flashes,
The thunder roars,
The atmosphere clashes,
Wind blows and rain pours.
In our life we find,
Storms come and go,
For our peace of mind,
Comfort in our faith we know.
The Yellow Warbler
Years ago I remember I heard,
Lovely sound like never heard before,
As I awakened to the song of a bird,
Singing just outside my front door.
At first I thought it was a dream,
For so beautiful it did sing,
From a dream or paradise it did seem,
Not of this world could such beauty ring.
Then from my doorway I did spy,
A tiny yellow warbler bird in the tree,
Which suddenly then away did fly,
After singing a heavenly song for me.
The Stars Appear
At the end of day,
The sun goes away,
But to calm our fear,
The stars appear.
A stormy night,
May have no light,
But when clouds clear,
The stars appear.
When life has woe,
And sorrow we know,
Then above we peer,
The stars appear.
The Harbor Lights
Some wayward vessel comes this way,
Lost in the darkness far from shore,
The lights may guide them safely to the bay,
And they may wander sad and lonely no more.
Cast a light upon the dark sea,
Someone lost may be wandering there,
And the light of your loving-kindness may see,
And may know that someone for them does care.
Our lives here on this earthly plane,
Were meant to be lived in love and caring,
In helping others and easing pain,
And in giving, ministering, and sharing.
The Honey Bee
The tiny overlooked honey bee,
Is essential to you and me,
For the pollinator work they do,
And the honey they produce too.
They are busy day and night,
Often working out of sight,
Doing their part to help us all,
From spring to summer into fall.
In the world's grand scheme,
The bee a little creature may seem,
But when all is said and done,
The honey bee is vital to everyone.
The Little Fawn
I once saw a beautiful little fawn,
Playing about in a field nearby,
It was shortly after the dawn,
The sun just rising in the sky.
The fawn was running all around,
As the mother deer watched it play,
So gleefully it did jump and bound,
In youthful jubilance that day.
Watching the fawn was an idyllic sight,
The fawn had such joy for being alive,
As it played in the early morning light,
Peace from the blissful scene I did derive.
Mushroom Hunting Time
It's mushroom hunting time once more,
To search the hills and hollows like before,
As every spring the mushrooms pop out,
And whole families go searching all about.
Where one morel mushroom is found,
There are probably many more all around,
And every spring it is a lot of fun,
To go out looking for another one.
The delicious mushrooms taste great,
And all the people can hardly wait,
For spring to arrive again every year,
When it is mushroom hunting time here.
It is that wonderful time of the year,
The blossom season is here,
And joyfulness is in every sight,
As everything turns green and bright.
Though every season has its charm,
Spring is when the blossoms form,
And there is a freshness is in the air,
As blossoms are blooming everywhere.
It is good to see the spring showers,
And the beautiful spring flowers,
To hear the frogs croak and insects sing,
In the blossom time of the spring.
My Prayer For You
Comfort when you are sad,
Smiles when days are bad,
Rainbows after storms strong,
Laughter when things go wrong;
Sunsets to cheer your heart,
Peace when plans fall apart,
Sunshine to brighten you way,
Beauty for you to see each day;
Confidence when doubts form,
Love to shield you from harm,
Courage to achieve your goal,
Hope when troubles take a toll.
When The Dogwoods Bloom
Every spring when the dogwoods bloom,
Memories of my youth return again,
And tears of sadness come to my eyes,
Of thoughts of happy times back then.
In spring blooms of dogwoods fill the woods,
And blooms of redbuds and bluebells too,
A beautiful kaleidoscope of color everywhere,
A rainbow of green, white, pink, and blue.
Each spring in the wonderful blooming season,
The memories come flooding back to me,
Of loved ones who are passed away now,
But peace I feel when the dogwoods I see.
It is mayapples time of the year,
As every spring they appear,
In wooded patches growing away,
During the merry month of may.
The plants with large green leaves,
Were part of my childhood memories,
Inhabiting a cool shady forest glade,
Where as a boy I sometimes played.
Now when the mayapples I see,
The memories come back to me,
A happy memories treasure trove,
Of years ago in a wooded grove.
I have always felt an affinity,
For the beautiful forest,
As a place of tranquility.
Beneath the canopy of trees,
Towering majestically above,
I felt peace in the cool breeze.
With the forest creatures around,
I always enjoyed their presence,
And the pleasant songs and sound.
The forest has always been,
A place to calm my thoughts,
And find my serenity again.
My mother loved the beautiful peonies,
That bloomed in our yard back then,
Year after year the flowers bloomed,
They always bloomed each spring again.
I remember them from my childhood,
And how happy my mother seemed,
To see the peonies blooming once more,
And how lovely the flowers gleamed.
My mother has been gone years now,
And I still miss her very much every day,
But my precious memories of my mother,
And the peonies will never go away.
The Redbuds Blooming Time
It is the redbuds blooming time,
In the woods everywhere,
In the springtime of the year,
And happiness is in the air.
The birds are singing cheerfully,
The bees are buzzing in the trees,
The landscape is turning green,
And excitement is in the breeze.
The long winter is finally over,
And the warm sun is shining bright,
The lovely pink redbud blossoms,
Are a beautiful and joyful sight.
My Mother's Garden
My mother loved her garden,
Growing vegetables and flowers too,
And she enjoyed time spent there,
It was something she loved to do.
As a child I have fond memories,
Of being with my mother back then,
In our garden so many years ago,
And wish I could be there again.
My mother has been gone awhile,
And memories return each spring,
Of my mother planting her garden,
And some tears the memories bring.
The First Bluebird Of Spring
The first bluebird of spring,
Is a very auspicious thing,
And always a good omen for me,
A hopeful sign for one to see.
After the winter long and cold,
Hopes rise as spring does unfold,
And then the bluebird does appear,
A feeling of optimism also is here.
The leaves are green on the trees,
The blossoms blooming in the breeze,
Bees and butterflies again are found,
And behold the bluebird is back around.
Irises bloom year after Year,
Every spring irises reappear,
They are perennial flowers,
Returning like nightly stars.
Things often change around,
And are no longer found,
Our life quickly goes by,
And our loved ones die.
Beautiful irises though never,
Cease flowering again ever,
But yearly once more bloom,
Helping take away our gloom.
It's summertime of the year,
And the daylilies are here,
Even along the highways,
Their blooms brighten our days.
The colorful orange flowers,
Each day brightens our hours,
The blooms close up at night,
And every day open up bright.
On days when we feel low,
They uplift us with their glow,
They are a summer treasure,
Providing cheer without measure.
Behold the beautiful yucca plant,
And its spectacular flower,
That adorns our summer days,
Glowing brightly like a star.
A lovely summer ornament,
A wondrous cheerful display,
That beautifies our yard,
And brightens up our day.
The decorative yucca,
A plant of glorious beauty,
Is a source of enjoyment,
A gorgeous sight to see.
I have always loved the rain,
The sound, the fresh smell,
As it falls upon the plain.
The rain is a peaceful sound,
So pleasant and soothing,
Falling upon plants and ground.
Rain is a blessing to us all,
A miraculous phenomenon,
That over earth does fall.
Each time I hear the thunder,
And see the falling rain,
I am filled with awe and wonder.
A powerful force is the wind,
Other times a gentle breeze,
Causes trees to sway and bend.
On a hot and humid day,
The wind is a welcome friend,
To help take the heat away.
I often look into the sky,
As I feel the wind on my brow,
As the clouds go drifting by.
The wind is sometimes still,
And sometimes rises and falls,
As it blows from valley to hill.
The sound of the wind whines,
And eerily whispers and wails,
As it stirs through the pines.
During a storm the wind roars,
Like an angry enraged beast,
As waves pound upon the shores.
I love the warm sunlight,
As it shines upon my face,
So comforting and bright.
In winter the sun seems far away,
And the warmth more sparse,
But summer brings a warmer day.
The sun gives birth to daybreak,
And an end to the darkness,
As to the morning we awake.
The sun is our heavenly friend,
Without it darkness would prevail,
And the night would not end.
I love viewing the clouds in the sky,
And the various shapes that form,
As the fluffy white clouds pass by.
Against a blue sky background,
The clouds are beautiful to view,
As different cloud images are found.
I also find peaceful a cloudy day,
When everything is silent and still,
And the cloud cover over all is gray.
Also darker clouds appear in a storm,
And they bring the blessing of rain.
A natural miracle that clouds perform.
I have always been fascinated by the moon,
Since my childhood it has enthralled me,
Hanging in the night sky like a giant balloon.
An object of enchantment and dreams,
The heavenly body nearest to earth,
The moon a mysterious world it seems.
There is something eerie about the moonlight,
As it transforms the landscape all about,
Into a ethereal dreamland in the night.
The soft moonlight shining all around,
A feeling of comfort seems to convey,
As it casts its silvery light on the ground.
The Light of Dawn
There is no other time like the dawn.
The breaking of day and end of night,
When the last of the darkness is gone.
Nights are long and darkness holds sway,
But when the daylight finally is here,
Then all the darkness must go away.
So it is with the tribulations we endure,
That when it appears there is no hope,
Like the dawn hope appears once more.
Never give in to the darkness all around,
For dawn awaits us if we hold fast,
And the light of day will again be found.
Honoring The Flag
I Honor the flag of my native land,
The United States of America,
The republic for which it does stand.
A great nation I'm proud my home to call,
Represented by the red, white and blue,
Dedicated to liberty and justice for all.
May the stars and stripes fly forever,
In honor of the brave who served,
That we would lose our freedom never.
The flag is a symbolic representation,
Of all America from sea to shining sea,
The sacred emblem of our nation.
The Blue Sky Above
I love looking into the deep blue sky,
A feeling of peace comes over me,
As I gaze into the blue depths on high,
I feel a sense of spiritual serenity.
As into the clear blue sky I peer,
Over my being contentment flows,
My worries and troubles disappear,
And my feelings and thoughts compose.
All our lives we have the blue sky above,
A canopy of beauty draped over all,
A vision of hopefulness and love,
Giving us happy memories we recall.
The Evening Shadows
At the ending of the day,
By the dimming evening light,
The evening shadows display,
At the beginning of night.
Time itself seems to slow,
Sound tends to lose its din,
Even the wind ceases to blow,
As the darkness starts to begin.
We tend to feel a peace,
A calmness comes over all,
Day's stir begins to cease,
As night begins to fall.
A Scenic View
I love a beautiful scenic view,
A view so peaceful and relaxing,
Improving our outlook on life anew.
Life can be sometimes distressing,
And we encounter some difficulties,
But a scenic view is so refreshing.
A scenic view is a pleasant balm,
Helping to compose our thoughts,
And find a happy place of calm.
As we travel this life's highway,
Viewing such a beautiful horizon,
Delightfully brightens up our day.
Into The Unknown
We travel daily into the unknown,
We cannot see what lies ahead,
Only the present to us is shown.
To this point in time we have come,
With many sights along the way,
And memories of where we came from.
But ahead the dark unknown dwells,
We cannot see beyond the veil,
No vision the future to us tells.
For comfort we trust in God above,
That whatever awaits us up ahead,
We have hope and faith in God's love.
Ring Around The Moon
Ring around the moon,
A sign of a storm soon,
My father used to say,
There is rain on the way.
I didn't know it then,
How wise he had been,
Memories of long ago,
Return the older I grow.
Of life he understood,
The signs bad and good,
Always seemed to know,
Which way one should go.
The Highway of Life
The highway of life,
Has many twists and turns,
With hills and valleys,
The highway onward churns.
Sometimes the going is bad,
With a rough road ahead,
Other times the road is smooth,
And travel is good instead.
The scenery along the way,
Is often enjoyable to view,
Even though we get weary,
There is always something new.
Old Houses and Barns
Sights of the rural scenes,
Bring memories of long ago,
As I drive the countryside,
Thoughts of my youth flow.
My mind goes back in time,
A child on the farm I dwelt,
Old houses and barns,
Help me recall what I felt.
Old houses and barns,
Bring back the memory,
Of many years gone by,
Of how life used to be.
I Believe In Bridges
I believe in bridges,
That span the divide,
That we can cross over,
Safely to the other side.
Though great the chasm,
We can come together,
And abide peacefully,
In accord with one another.
Bridges help us unite,
With the opposite side,
Find a common ground,
Where hope does abide.
The Full Harvest Moon
Behold in all its splendor,
The Full Harvest Moon
Shining brightly down,
End of summer so soon.
The crops are ripe now,
And ready for the harvest,
The fruits are ready to pick,
And the garden at its best.
Winter is on the way,
It is time to gather all,
In this beautiful season,
As we enter into fall.
Refuge Of The Spirit
Some places on the earth,
Are a refuge of the spirit,
Are a quiet serene haven,
With peacefulness near it.
When troubles assail us,
And we need a safe abode,
We seek a calm hideaway,
To lighten our crushing load.
A beautiful natural sanctuary,
Is a port of serene repose,
Helps us find our mooring,
And our thoughts compose.
Sometimes we come upon a scene,
So beautiful in appearance found,
In which the very air seems sacred,
That we sense is hallowed ground.
The awesome view is so spectacular,
That we feel a spiritual veneration,
The sight is so incredibly breathtaking,
And a source of wonder and inspiration.
The amazing scene for years afterward,
May remain a pleasant part of memory,
Such sights seem to have the power,
Of uplifting us ever after with their beauty.
Out On The Ledge
There are times in life,
We stand on the edge,
At the steep precipice,
Posed out on the ledge.
As we travel our pathway,
We may stand at the brink,
Looking down at the abyss,
With no way out we think.
But with courage and faith,
We may safely prevail,
And traverse the steep cliffs,
We encounter without fail.
Butterflies Symbolize Hope
Butterflies symbolize hope,
They also symbolize rebirth,
And new purpose in life,
In our sojourn on this earth.
More than capturing hearts,
They are an inspiration,
A symbol of resurrection,
And of beautiful transformation.
Sometimes when depressed,
And we feel unhappy or sad,
Then we see a lovely butterfly,
And we feel happy and glad.
Beautiful Autumn Season
The beautiful autumn season,
Of clear blue skies so fine,
With brightly colored leaves,
And pumpkins ripe on the vine.
After the heat of summer,
The cool crisp night air,
Is a welcome relief for all,
With beauty everywhere.
Leaves are falling down,
Blown about by the wind,
In this season of change,
A pleasant time we find.
The Fall Color Show
The fall color show has begun,
Everywhere the colors display,
A rainbow of brilliant colors,
Across the landscape every day.
All throughout the fall season,
We are spectators of fall's story,
The trees and bushes ablaze,
With a panorama of color glory.
At the glorious fall season height,
We are enthralled by the scene,
The leaves glistening in the sun,
Are a pleasant delight to everyone.
The First Frost
Summer comes, and summer goes,
Something that everyone knows,
That someday green will be lost,
And one day will come the frost.
Out of the north the cold does come,
A time of sadness it is for some,
As the flowers and leaves are gone,
But our life continues to go on.
The frost glistens in the morning sun,
There is beauty still for everyone,
The frost severs the leaf and flower,
The ice crystals now steal the hour.
You Didn't Know!
Yesterday I was feeling low,
But you didn't know,
Your kind words helped me through,
And I no longer feel so blue.
I felt like I had no place to go,
But you didn't know,
Still you made life seem not so bad,
And for that I'm really glad.
Sometimes when the world seems grim,
And our troubles flow over the brim,
Someone's kind words may help us so,
Even though they may never know.
The Old Red Barn
I remember the old red barn,
From my childhood years ago,
Back then on my parents farm,
Happy memories I did know.
In the hot summers I recall,
Up in the barn loft storing hay,
Then going to the nearby spring,
To rest and take my thirst away.
In winter we fed the cows there,
And spread the hay in the snow,
The cattle would come and eat,
As the cold winter wind did blow.
Autumn Picturesque Tranquility
Autumn picturesque tranquility,
A blessing for you and me,
During this beautiful time of year,
Everywhere our eyes do peer.
The colors reflecting off the lake,
As a pleasant walk we take,
Refreshing is the autumn air,
This colorful season is so fair.
A sense of peace is all around,
In every autumn sight and sound,
In the leaves falling from the trees,
And flying about in the breeze.
Fantasy Winter Scene
Enveloped in the snow,
A fantasy scene unfolds,
A view unlike any other,
That our sight beholds.
In the realm of dreams,
Or visions from afar,
Light and snow combine,
To form a glittering star.
Under snow laden trees,
A stream of water flows,
In a misty cave like setting,
The shimmering light glows.
A tiny flash of colorful light,
Darting from flower to flower,
Hovering in midair in flight,
The hummingbird is a star.
In the region of blissfulness,
Of elysian enchantment flair,
A state of wonderful happiness,
The hummingbird dancing in air.
Perfect contentment it gives,
As we watch it fly each day,
As if in a fantasy land it lives,
The hummingbird does play.
The world is transformed overnight,
To a fantasy land of glorious white,
Snow the trees and bushes adorning,
To a winter wonderland in the morning.
So fresh and pristine is the scene,
Everything has a beautiful sheen,
As if taken from a holiday postcard,
Nature truly in harmonious accord.
Such is the winter season of delight,
When all the world is shining bright,
No more scenes of dark and gray,
The snow takes the bleakness away.
The Golden Sunrise
The golden morning light,
After the cold winter night,
Shining with a golden glow,
Reflecting off the fallen snow.
The night was long and cold,
But morning is glorious gold,
Shimmering in radiant array,
Taking all our sadness away.
So it is when troubles assail,
We find refuge without fail,
Beholding the golden dawn,
And all our worries are gone.
At the close of a winter day,
The setting sun going down,
Reflecting off the fallen snow,
A purple splendor all around.
In the foreground a mighty oak,
Stands amidst the winter scene,
In the background a purple haze,
Drapes over all that can be seen.
Time itself seems to suspend,
Amid the beautiful visual sight,
As the winter day does end,
And the world drifts into night.
Some sunsets are so beautiful,
They look like heaven's stairway,
And as in awe we look at them,
All our cares seem to go away.
A calm sense of peace we feel,
As the lovely sunset we view,
Our burdens are lifted from us,
And we view the world anew.
Our thoughts find a harmony,
Our stresses and anxieties depart,
As we view the distant horizon,
And a tranquillity fills our heart.
Soaring eagle flying high,
In the glowing evening sky,
Soaring free in the breeze,
Above the water and trees.
At the close of the day,
The eagle is flying away,
To its roost for the night,
In the radiant evening light.
The eagle seems in repose,
As through the air it flows,
At one with the sky and air,
Serenely flying without a care.
Winter sunset that we see,
Standing alone a cedar tree,
Beneath a clouded sky,
A masterpiece for the eye.
Reflecting off the snow,
The clouds seem to glow,
And in the midst of it all,
A cedar tree standing tall.
A lovely scene it does display,
That takes our breath away,
A sight of beautiful nature's art,
That captivates our heart.
Glowing Winter Sunset
Glowing brightly the evening sky,
A dazzling picture for the eye,
Resplendent beauty on display,
That takes our breath away.
The clouds illuminated on high,
All ablaze in the gleaming sky,
The brilliant scene cheers our heart,
And all our troubles seem to depart.
At end of day a pleasant sight,
Brightly radiant in the waning light,
A tranquil scene for one to view,
When the winter day is through.
The Milky Way Galaxy
Up above in the night sky,
Is the great Milky Way Galaxy,
The home of our solar system,
And many sparkling stars we see.
We are part of a universe,
Of vastness incomprehensible,
Beyond the realm of imagination,
A creation that is so incredible.
A sense of peace we feel,
As we gaze into the night.
The beautiful stars on high,
Are sources of heavenly light.
The Mighty Mississippi River
The Mighty Mississippi River,
Flowing in America's heartland,
From Minnesota to the Gulf.
Truly a river that is most grand,
Whose waters pass through,
A beautiful shore on every hand.
Since the founding of our nation,
The Mississippi River has blessed,
The people who live in our country.
Of all America's rivers, it is the greatest,
A source of water and commerce,
And divide between east and west.
My thoughts go back to moments in spring,
To birds sitting on a limb that sing,
To blue skies on crisp autumn days,
To sunlight that on the ground plays,
To snow pure and sparkling in the sun,
To refreshing smells after rain is done,
To warm summer skies radiant and blue,
To lovely sunsets when day is through,
To beautiful flowers that in the garden grow,
To glistening grass in the dawn's glow,
To the reflection of a stream in sunlight,
To a sparkling stars shining in the night.
A Scene Within A Dream
Some sights seem too beautiful to be real,
They must surely be a scene within a dream,
For how could such wonder and awe we feel,
When viewing scenes that so idyllic seem.
The conscious mind is totally spellbound,
By an entrancing view that is so entralling,
And momentarily a spiritual realm is found,
As we view a beautiful sight so beguiling.
We are blessed on earth such sights to find,
That are truly mesmerizing and captivating,
And that bring joy and peace to our mind,
And that our hearts find blissfully fascinating.
Down A Country Lane
Down a country lane,
Memories return to me,
Of my youth on the farm,
With every view I see.
The woods along the side,
Bring peace to my mind,
With every turn of the road,
Pleasant memories I find.
The golden sunlight glows,
As I travel along the way,
I feel serenity all around,
And harmony fills my day.
Each season has its glory,
The winter has the snow,
Each season tells a story,
In spring the flowers grow.
In summer there's the green,
And warm weather day and night,
In fall bright colors are seen,
As the leaves are a beautiful sight.
Sometimes winter is a bit too cold,
Sometimes summer is a bit too hot,
But as each season does unfold,
Something wonderful each has got.
A Forest Stream
A quiet refuge of the soul,
A peaceful forest stream,
Hidden among the trees,
Flowing like in a dream.
Leaving the outside world,
To a place of tranquility go,
Listening to pleasant sound,
Of the trickling water flow.
A paradise in nature's realm,
To renew our spirit and hope,
Where we can pass restful time,
To help with our problems cope.
I walked into the misty grove,
The leaves were dripping with the dew,
The birds were singing cheerfully,
On this misty morning bright and new.
A peacefulness enveloped me,
As the golden sun shined above,
And filtered through the trees,
I felt a sense of hope and love.
The Dawn of a New Day
There is a magic, a wondrous feeling,
Which attends the dawn of each new day,
And those first faint rays of the rising sun,
Always seem to beam new anticipation,
And hope into our heart in a serene way.
The beautiful rays of the morning light,
Seem to buoy our spirits somehow,
Though the day before we were down,
A new hopefulness and purpose is found,
And we feel much more at peace now.
The Wonders of Life
The wonders of life are uncharted and unlimited,
The living have the stars within their purview,
Life is a treasure whose value is inestimable,
A diamond of luster too brilliant to fully construe.
We awake each morning to a new promise,
God reveals to us life's beauty and majesty,
As a window is opened for our heart and soul,
Revealing a marvelous scene for us to see.
We have been given the gift of comprehension,
Beyond the realm of fantasy and infatuation,
All of beautiful creation is shown to us each day,
The wonders of life are beyond our imagination.
The Crocus And The Bee
The crocus flowers bloom,
Very early in the spring,
After the long cold winter,
A bright color they bring.
Bees are happy to see them,
The first flowers of the year,
After winter's lack of flowers,
To bees crocuses are dear.
Warmer days have arrived,
Buds are forming on trees,
The days are longer now,
Back are crocuses and bees.
A star flashing in the night,
Bursting into an array of light,
Ten thousand light years away,
What a spectacular display!
The universe staging a show,
Forming a magnificent glow,
A moment in time's scheme,
That seems almost a dream.
Such a wonder for us to see,
Looking into the dark mystery,
Of the distant stars in space,
From this our earthly place.
The Spring Flowers
The tulips, hyacinths, and daffodils,
Are blooming in the valleys and hills,
On this beautiful spring day,
And have chased all my gloom away.
It's spring, and warm weather is here,
And time for unhappiness to disappear,
Now that the winter chill has gone,
Hope and love for life live on
The bright, cheerful spring flowers,
That I fondly gaze upon for hours,
Make me feel so happy and glad,
No more do I feel forlorn and sad.
The Spring Showers
The spring showers are priceless,
They bring out the buds and flowers,
They turn the grass a bright green,
So wonderful are the spring showers.
After the long cold winter season,
The sun shines warmly all around,
Everything comes back to life again,
As the spring showers wet the ground.
After the spring showers have fallen,
The air is so fresh and sky so clear,
Our spirits are lifted by the season,
Of the beautiful springtime of the year.
The sun rises each morning,
And gives us life giving light,
Without the sun we would plunge,
Into a world of eternal night.
Not only light, but warmth,
Comes from the sun's golden rays,
All around our world brightly shines,
Lighting up our earthly days.
In the evening the sun goes down,
Leaving us in darkness until dawn,
And each morning of life we awake,
To the sunshine and darkness gone.
A Forest Brook
A secluded forest brook,
Flowing beneath a canopy,
Of trees, vines and bushes,
Is a heavenly place to be.
A freshness is in the air,
The wildflowers grow near,
And the wilderness animals,
And birds and bees are here.
It is a serene peaceful place,
From noise and turmoil apart,
Where a person may find,
Composure for one's heart.
Where The Wild Rose Grows
There is a place dear to me,
Where the wild rose grows,
Beneath the old oak tree,
Where the little stream flows.
Quiet moments spent there,
Viewing the beauty around,
In midst of a scene so fair,
A sense of peace I've found.
The sounds of singing birds,
And nearby flowing stream,
A serenity beyond words,
Are like a wonderful dream.
A Mountain Plateau
Behold a mountain plateau
Where the wildflowers grow,
The sun does brightly glow,
As the mountain winds blow.
Our spirits rise at the sight,
In the beautiful natural light,
Our outlook is more bright,
As our woes take their flight.
Life has its troubles galore,
And hardships we endure,
Thus we value much more,
Lovely sights that we adore.
The Winds Of Change
In spring the warm winds blow,
Bringing forth summer in June,
In fall the colder winds we know,
Will usher in the winter soon.
So it is in our earthly sojourn,
The winds of our youth are near,
And we bask in our life's morn,
But then the winds of age appear.
We can't stop what time brings,
And the inevitable winds of change,
It is part of the scheme of things,
We must for this our lives arrange.
The Road Of Life
As we travel down life's highway,
We are always looking ahead,
Hoping for a much brighter day,
And better outcomes instead.
The road of life has many turns,
And can be difficult to navigate,
It is a highway that often churns,
Between a happy and sad state.
Sometime the sights are bright,
Other times darker views appear,
Hopefully everything will be alright,
As we our future destination near.
I walked into the misty grove,
The leaves were dripping with the dew,
The birds were singing cheerfully,
On this misty morning bright and new.
The spring blossoms all in bloom,
Glistening in the morning light,
A pleasant scene in bright array,
Too soon I had to leave the sight.
For time moves swiftly on in life,
Scenes like this are fleeting and rare,
So one must enjoy the moment,
While the beauty is still there.
Across the waters of the sea,
The purple sunset came to be,
A moment in the purple sky,
A beautiful sight for the eye.
As the evening curtain falls,
And the night soon befalls,
A lovely purple sunset sight,
Illuminates the evening light.
Our time on earth is brief,
With some sadness and grief,
But a purple sunset so rare,
Does take away every care.
Brightly colored autumn leaves all around,
On the trees and falling on the ground,
Forming a beautifully colored landscape,
And a lovely sequestered place to escape.
With every gust of wind the leaves descend,
Landing in abundance on the ground to blend,
Into a gorgeous autumn scene everywhere,
A heavenly dreamlike vision appears there.
There are moments in life we hold dear,
And the colorful autumn leaves we revere,
As they fall all about on an autumn day,
And in their beauty take our cares away.
The Fall Season
The fall season is here,
The harvest time of year,
Leaves fall from the trees,
And blow about in the breeze.
Brightly colored leaves are seen,
In every beautiful country scene,
And every street and yard too,
Providing a lovely delightful view.
There is a chilliness in the wind,
As the the fall season nears its end,
Longer is night and shorter the day,
As the warm weather goes away.
Some views seem not quite real,
Beyond the realm of possible seem,
Like part of a fantasyland they feel,
Or a scene of something in a dream.
When we come upon such a sight,
We have a feeling of peace and awe,
Everything appears in heavenly light,
And we are in wonder at what we saw.
A sense of being transported far away,
To some paradise beyond the now,
And for a brief moment in time we stay,
Enthralled by the beautiful scene somehow.
From Dusk To Dawn
It was the end of day,
The sun was going away,
In the waning light,
Dusk gave way to night.
From the dusk to dawn,
The sunlight will be gone,
As we see the setting sun,
Descend below the horizon.
There is no reason to fear,
When the dusk does appear,
For with dawn will arise,
The sun to morning skies.
Goldie was my childhood friend,
Came walking up the road one day,
Barely more than a puppy then,
Dad said that she could stay.
As a hunting dog she was great,
She looked to be a redbone hound,
Who for hunting could hardly wait,
But more than that a friend I found.
Memories of Goldie are with me still,
From my farm boyhood long ago,
My companion over vale and hill,
She was a wonderful dog to know.
Grandpa's Pet Squirrel
My grandfather Westfall loved animals,
And my father said he had a special way,
Of communicating with animals of all kinds,
Even wild animals he would feed and play.
My grandfather had a pet wild squirrel,
Who would enter the house and eat,
Climb up on my grandpa's lap at times,
And he would give the squirrel a treat.
He even cut a little hole in the door,
So the squirrel could come on inside,
And the children would gather to watch,
As grandpa did nuts the squirrel provide.
Grandpa's Pet Ferret
My grandfather Westfall had a pet ferret,
And when rabbit hunting trips he went,
He put the ferret in the pocket of his coat,
And into the rabbit hole the ferret he sent.
The ferret would chase rabbits from holes,
And from brush plies and hiding places,
The ferret was a smart and agile little pet,
Who was able to enter very small spaces.
The ferret also lived in the family home,
My father said it was not caged away,
But the ferret ran freely all about the house,
And was very friendly and liked to play.
Life is the gathering of memories,
Some are stored from long ago,
In the dim recesses of the mind,
Who we are and what we know.
Why we remember some things,
And tend to forget so much more,
Is one of life's greatest mysteries,
Recollection is a mystery for sure.
Memories are from many sources,
Gathered all along life's highway,
From friends and family members,
To our surroundings of each day.
The Substance of Thoughts
The substance of thoughts is unknown,
Not a physical entity that is shown,
They are not in the world we behold,
Not something we can see or enfold.
But thoughts have transformed earth more,
They have built cities and objects galore,
They are not visual like a rock or tree,
They are an invisible unfathomable mystery.
Thoughts seem very real within our mind,
But they are not something we can literally find,
Thoughts portray the light of existence each day,
If thoughts disappear then darkness holds sway.
A Fallen Log
An old fallen log in the forest,
A part of the forest scene,
Partially covered with moss,
Once a tree living and green.
I recall fallen logs from my youth,
From the woods on our farm nearby,
I would often sit on the fallen logs,
From them watch clouds in the sky.
Often my memories go back in time,
And I see fallen logs in my dreams,
They were part of my life back then,
And part of my memories it seems.
An Ethereal Vista
An ethereal vista in the waning light,
So radiant and glowing bright,
Does from a fantasy world seem,
Or from some wonderful dream.
Wispy reddish clouds drift by,
In the gossamer evening sky,
Reflecting in a dazzling display,
On the misty waters of the bay.
A spiritual awe envelopes the view,
An intangible peace it does imbue,
A supernatural presence seems near,
As the burdens of life disappear.
A little Rivulet
In the back woods runs a rivulet,
A small stream in seclusion set,
By the forest trees hidden away,
Trickling over the rocks each day.
In spring the first flowers grow near,
In summer lush foliage does appear,
In fall the fallen leaves line its shore,
And drift about in its waters even more.
In winter there is the ice and snow,
As the cold winter winds over it blow,
But ever onward flows the little stream,
Like a beautiful part of a happy dream.
Heavenly light shined from above,
Down through the trees with love,
The bright glow of heavenly light,
Transformed the view of my sight.
A sense of peace came over me,
And a calm feeling of tranquillity,
Here in the forest brightly gleamed,
A serenity that like heaven seemed.
All my troubles and woes went away,
And I felt hopeful of a better day,
Sometimes we are permitted to view,
Scenes that our heart and soul renew.
It is Groundhog Day once again,
In his hole the groundhog has been,
But today he comes out to see,
What kind of weather it may be.
The old saying is if he sees his shadow,
Six more weeks of winter we'll know,
If the groundhog does not see anything,
There will then be an early spring.
Forecasting the weather he has a knack,
Then to his hole the groundhog goes back,
Many Groundhog Days I have seen,
And observed the seasons in between.
In the sanctuary of the forest,
Unfolds a hallowed scene,
Beneath the towering trees,
A beautiful waterfall is seen.
Flowing in pristine beauty,
In the forest hidden away,
The rush of water flows,
In a spectacular display.
In a lovely natural haven,
Secluded away from all,
In the wilderness flows,
A magnificent waterfall.
Mystical sunrise in the forest,
On a misty morning this day,
The sun just beginning to rise,
As the day gets underway.
Every day begins with promise,
And a hopeful future holds,
As we awake to morning light,
And the day ahead unfolds.
A beautiful scene like this,
Enhances an optimistic view,
As we embark each morning,
On the days of our life anew.
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