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 day.
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.
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,
That restores our aspect 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.
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