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A little girl’s laugh A little girl’s smile These things make me happy Happy little girls do Things little girls do Each act like a flower’s bloom Swinging out bouquets Roses drawn of love Watering their flowers Playing house for fun These are joys of life I’m…

Thoughts Only by striving and exploring the Outer most limits of your being will you really find life and be in close touch with God. Comfort can be most destructive. Some striving is destructive because It leads not to new growth but a Vicious cycle and dead end. Your strength can’t be or Certainly shouldContinue reading “Thoughts”

A little girl’s laugh A little girl’s smile These things make me happy Happy little girls do Things little girls do Each act like a flower’s bloom Swinging out bouquets Roses drawn of love Watering their flowers Playing house for fun These are joys of life I’m glad I’ve had some

Morning, I’ve come out to meet you I’ll just sit on this old rotten log here And you can nuzzle up beside me Caress me with your misty breath Make me tingle with excitement at your beauty I behold your dazzling radiance and my heart swells so With awe and love and excitement That IContinue reading “Morning”

Like a thin veil The gray white harbingers of A coming storm Sweep across the face of A full moon Set like a glittering diamond In the cold blue of A winter night The landscape itself In the ethereal light of The winter moon Already gives the appearance Of A snow covered scene The cloudsContinue reading “Snow Storm”

What makes me happy Many things The winter snows A mountain spring The summer sunshine Birds that sing A white cloud In a blue sky A place called heaven Where we never die A puppy begging for a pat A pretty lady holding her skirt and hat Being free Being me Not worrying about Society’sContinue reading “What Makes Me Happy”

The mud sucks at your feet With every step You slide and stagger like One soaked in ‘shine The soil is gooey for a foot or so down And if the weather doesn’t Turn cold and freeze the Mud We’ll be up to our knees in this sloppy mud This is country in the winterContinue reading “MUD”

This is a letter Dad wrote to me when I was in first grade. I just found it among his papers. It appears to be unfinished, the final sentence doesn’t have an end mark, but I expect he had said what he wanted to. Dear Kathryn, I just want to take this chance to tellContinue reading “Letter to Kathryn”

The Soul carries the imprint and dynamics of mind, body, and heart with all their knowledge, genius, and potential into the promise and challenge of eternity. The Soul is furnished with the ideas we create.  The richer the furnishings the greater our role and service to God throughout eternity.  In this life we create furnishingsContinue reading “Soul”

The Birchfield Cottage stood across the tumbling mountain branch a safe haven. At the end of the trail Reached by crossing the branch On the rough and narrow footbridge. Grandfather Jay crossed the bridge On an icy winter day Sat the steaming pot of stew At the little cabin door For the weak and hungryContinue reading “The Birchfield Cottage”