Aspiration of a Garden

Leather gloves tossed aside

Hard day’s work incomplete

Moistened with the nights dew

Soon to dry from sun’s heat

Garden grows to the beat

Tossing rocks, pulling weeds

Enhance the herbs to grow

Maintain the garden’s needs

Bask amongst the beauty

Trowel, spade, rake and hoes

Beneath a sky of blue

In the garden straight rows

Leather gloves tossed aside

Forecasting chores at hand

The work is never done

Beautifying the land

The Twelve

The twelve apostles whom Jesus chose

A lowly bunch through His teachings rose

Amongst them a tax collector and two fishermen

Dropping all of their goals to follow One Man

Sent out to preach the Word of God

Hung out with Jesus, twelve peas in a pod

They cast out demons and healed the weak

Said it was Jesus the crowds should seek

These twelve were to be His closest of friends

Judas Iscariot has a strategy which offends

Silver won over in the garden of hyssop

With a kiss on the cheek He gave Jesus up

Arrested our King and put on a cross

Friends went from twelve to eleven - no loss

Judas put silver above our Lord

Then hung from a tree, feelings deplored

That is the story of the twelve who were inspired

One thought he was better, and ended up fired.

So don’t ever get too big for your britches

Be careful what you do with all of your riches.

Twelve is a number important you see

One plus two equals the Trinity.

9-1-1 Remember When

9-1-1 something we should never forget.  When people ask if you remember what you were doing when it happened, the chances are good that you do.   

I do too, but I choose to remember better things.

I remember when life was not so hectic

Scrapped knees were bandaged with antiseptic

White picket fences and fresh cut grass

My mind reminisces of things in the past

The feel of the air after a summer rainstorm

A kiss from a boy after junior prom

The smell of puppies’ breath and a red pick-up truck

A walk down memory lane and my mind gets stuck

Canada mints and warm fuzzy socks

A walk on the beach finding treasure in rocks

Drive in movies and high school football games

Weekends spent milking cows with Uncle James

Laying in a meadow of clover was fine

My memory goes back time after time

Rainbows and peepers on a hot summer night

Tractor trailer trucks and puffy clouds of white

A starfish a hummingbird hot apple pie

These are some things that make me sigh

Flip flops and fireflies the whippoorwill song

Memories of the past now long gone

Geese flying over a sunrise in the spring

The scent of a campfire, a rope-tire swing

Finding a handwritten letter in the mailbox

Watching in a field, babies and mama fox

Camping next to a woodstove with a good book

Just one of the things for granted I took

Marshmallows in hot chocolate, eye kisses under a weeping willow tree

When I remember when, these are the things that come to me

The Porch Swing

The Porch Swing

Gaze at the porch swing

A rustic old thing

I rest in the seat

Elevate my feet

I become sedate

All my troubles wait

Nothing else matters

Rain when it patters

Is like a sing song

Nothing can go wrong

Warm breeze on my face

Far from the rat race

A glass of red wine

With dinner, I dine

Life is attitude

For final prelude