While walking down a country lane
Thinking bout this world we're in
I thought of God and how we tend
to blame everything on Him

Deep in thought, I looked up
and saw before my eyes
a hill that seemed to dissapear
where the sky began to rise.

I sat on that hill untill
the sun began to fall
And I heard a voice inside me say
Each day is for Us All...

Darkness fell about me and
as I found my way back home.
I saw the sky and knew that I
would never be alone

My brother in-law is in need of prayers ...and for those who don't pray,please give the universe a thought for him, from you..He has (i can't spell it) Lou Garretts .He's coming home to Ohio "again" from Florda where he lived for over 20 years, he went to say goodbye to his son who is 14. It's a terriable way to die, he's only 47. I spent 28 years believeing my husband would never take care of me if i needed him. I truly believed he "wouldn't" do the things i do as a nurses aide. I didn't see him as a care giver, but I was wrong. I learnt that this year since he took a bus to Florida last March to bring his brother "home" where his sisters and brothers,and sisters in laws & brother inlaws and most of all friends and his caregivers can do for him as this terriable thing happens..I watched both my mother and grandmother die in 04, my father-in law in 05 and now this.I took care of them all & it's been hard. My husband and a close friend are at the Airport in Columbus, or should be almost there, as i'm writing this. One - most likely my husband, will might have to take him off the plane himself. I know he had to wheel him into the plane & put him in his seat himself 3 weeks ago when he left for Florida.
Thanks.

Every year when spring gets near
It's the same old, same old thing.
Bugs come out and craw about
they lay in wait for spring.
They squirm they craw ( they've bit us all)
their tiny mighty thugs
They make us shout and jump about
I hate the thought of bugs.
they hide in walls and window sills
in holes and under rugs
they pinch and bite ( i hate the sight)
them pesky things called bugs.
theirs wasps and ticks, mosquito's and
bees...and fleas and slugs..
theirs one that looks just like a stick
i hate the thought of bugs.
We swat them, blast them with spray
we stomp them and squash them too
but still theirs more ( than there was before)
I hate bugs , don't you?
there's ants and spiders, willy worms
grasshoppers, nats, (with tiny mighty mugs.)
soon they will be all over me
I hate the thought of bugs.
They bite they sting ( their nasty things)
from me they get no hugs.
Soon they will be out hanging about
I hate the thought of bugs.

"I don't like poetry".
said the husband to his wife
"i've no time for such things,
I live a farmers life"
but the wife said "dear husband
"you live a poet's poem,
do you not reap the harvest
of the seeds by which you've sown?"
"I've seen you bow your head in thanks,
when God answered prayers for rain"
I've seen your eyes shine with pride
with every baby calf you name"
I guess poetry's okay he said
as he kissed that framers wife
and silently he thanked the Lord
she saw poetry in their life...

Aunt Alice liked to give advice
through out my childhood years
"gossip is the longest word"
she said "among your peers"
"Don't believe no ear awaits
a tale or two from you
and don't be suprised if someone tries
to add a bit untrue"

Now grandpa was a wise old man
who always spoke his mind
he told me once Aunt Alice was
not all that good and kind
"listen very hard dear child
for time will surly show
there is in fact a longer word
aunt Alice doesn't know"

It took the most of many years
telling friends and foe
that when it came to gossip
I did not care to know
the only one i trusted was
aunt alice all those years
and told her all the secrets of
my laughter and my tears

I came to find aunt alice had
a lot of friends who knew
everything about me and
a lot was added too
although i trusted her she had
a friend she trusted too
and they in turn had their own
friend and so it grew

I remembered grandpas words
and knew i'd come to see
how gossip is a little short
when with out loyalty
so listen very hard through life
for time will surly show
when one has not a loyal friend
gossip tends to grow...

River Rat