| WHO AM I ?
Am I a kind person with a gentle smile
One who for another will go the extra mile?
Do I give my word and keep it as though a bond
Or do I without regard use a lie to respond?
Do I turn away anger with a gentle word,
Or do I myself, scream until I'm heard?
Do I listen to risque jokes and petty talk,
Or do I turn my back and take a long walk?
In traffic, do I shake my fist and shout,
At the ones who often dart in and out,
Or do I calmly keep myself in line,
In spite of drivers who toy with my mind?
Am I the grouch who in the grocery store,
Is annoyed because the cashier is slow?
Do I patiently and politely wait in line,
When others ahead of me seem to waste time.
For the sick and lonely do I bake a cake,
Write a card or to the hospital a visit make?
Do I ignore my chance to do a good deed,
And to help the sick or those who are in need?
Am I a safe haven in time of storm,
One who is loving, kind, and warm,
A person who cares for my fellowman,
Or one who just does as little as I can?
Who am I?
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| HE GIVES THANKS
As the morning sun rises in the east
The birds start singing without cease,
And the farmer rises to start a new day
With family breakfasting before going their way.
He bows his head and gives THANKS!
With the sun high in the sky at noon
He stops for a rest not a minute too soon,
The midday meal on the table waiting for him
And though oft times its very, very slim,
He bows his head and gives THANKS!
With the sun setting in the west
The chickens roosting on their nest,
Tired Children all in their places,
With happy hearts and shiny faces,
He bows his head and gives THANKS!
As the moon shines down on the old homestead
Kids all snug and cozy each in his own bed,
His wife ready to relate their latest caper
Before settling down with the evening paper,
He bows his head and gives THANKS! |
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| THE DEVIL AT CHURCH
Did I cause the devil to visit Church today?
Did he ride on my shoulder when I went astray?
When I sat there without raising my voice in song,
Was he happy to see my face sad and forlorn?
Did he whisper in my ear causing me to talk?
Thereby disturbing others when I would be at fault?
Did he laugh gleefully as I sat unbelieving,
And did not follow the Scripture reading?
Was he smirking when for Bible Study I was not prepared?
And did he make me want to giggle and laugh out loud?
Did he urge me twice to get a drink of water?
Knowing full well It would cause some disorder.
Was he happy that I was being inattentive?
And becoming spiritually depletive.
I thought I felt him tickle me under the chin,
When for contribution only a dime I put in.
Fortunately, my conscience got me to thinking,
With heavy heart I began truth seeking.
I prayed to God to help me be better than ever before,
Triumphantly, I saw the devil slinking out the door!
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| SEPTEMBER'S SONG
Crisp, cool, clear air covers early morn,
As a brisk breeze sweeps the fading lawn.
Morning doves coo as they twitter to and fro,
Picking up seed along the wild hedgerow.
Sing O' Sing September's Song!
Busy Squirrels happily hoard fallen nuts,
Pickers drag long sacks down dusty ruts.
Huge pumpkins turn orange in the farmer's field,
Pretty flowers fade when summer begins to yield.
Sing O' Sing September's Song!
Clusters of goldenrod grow on a sloping hill,
Brown cattails adorn edges of the water mill.
Geese fly in Vee formation toward winter home,
Colorful wood ducks swim lazily on golden pond.
Sing O' Sing September's Song!
Happy kids on a big yellow bus wave good-bye,
Mothers turn to fall cleaning with a sigh.
Glorious trees display leaves of vibrant color,
September's Song announce the close of Summer!
Sing O' Sing September's Song!
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| SUMMERTIME
In the summertime on our small Georgia farm,
We never needed an alarm,
Red roosters started crowing at crack of dawn,
Followed by birds with their sweet song.
Milking cows mooing over sweeten grain,
We were anxious for our day to begin.
An 'ole fishing pole and worms in hand,
Down the long dusty lane we ran,
Warm sand squishing between our toes,
Fresh morning scents tickling our nose.
Water rushing in clear bubbling brook,
Feet dangling we sat and baited our hook.
On a summer day so hot and sultry,
From time to time we grew thirsty,
Water from a sparkling cold spring,
Quenches thirst like nothing else can.
No clock to remind us of work duty,
Just time to enjoy nature's beauty.
Morning sun sparkling on grassy dew,
Spectacular skyline with an awesome view,
No other time would ever compare,
With the freedom we enjoyed there.
In the summertime on our small Georgia farm,
With all it's rural beauty and charm.
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