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"....With men this is
impossible; but with God
all things are possibe."
-Matthew 19:26, KJV
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And the breeze.
When winter comes calling.
Stretched across the sky.
To the eye.
Bright colored leaves
Paint the meadows gold
With colors bright
As they hop around
Of deep blue
On my window pane.
To every eye
There’s something to please.
Oh, what a wonderful
Frost on the pumpkins,
A blue jay’s voice ringing.
Leaves gliding softly to the ground.
That’s nature singing.
Squirrels gathering nuts,
Rabbits burying in the ground.
Nature is all
Days grow shorter
As we roam the country way.
Taking in the beauty
Of our day.
Fields of ripening grain
Harvest from the land.
Vegetables and fruit heaping high.
All comes from God’s hand.
Hay in the loft,
Grain in the bin,
Time to harvest thoughts
With a pen.