Through the Window of Time

GE DIGITAL CAMERAOut of the window my focus travels back in time,

to an old chicken coop, where roosters crows echo in my mind,

amid the laughter of Alice, my neighbor, weathered well,

who worked harder than a man, witnessed by the tales she’d tell,

From dawn to dusk her garden and chickens were her showcase,

Relying only on rain, stored in a cattle tank to beat drought’s despair,

I have forever this woman locked in my heart who is so  rare.

For no alarm clock I needed to get me out of bed those days through each call

As the roosters cock-a-doodle-do penetrated my bedroom’s ever hearing wall

The building still stands like a guardian over the memories I hold in my heart,

Through the window, remember the scenes that never will part.

Finding Joy

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Many children will be out trick or treating, so happy that they too, find something to enjoy,
Looked forward to each year to do for every girl and boy.
Even as adults we look back to crazy people that we had an endeavor to recreate.
We all have a child within, no matter what the age, to find something you’ve wanted to try.
For these ideas always keep us young at heart, and never question exactly why.

Grey hair

Gray hair is a crown of glory;
    it is gained in a righteous life.

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Age is part of the stages of life to live,

Gaining wisdom through experiences, to give and forgive,

It does not come in a single day or step to gather all,

For in each day we rise and fall.

For in the imperfections that we face, we are not alone.

For believing and faith in Jesus, righteousness He lives in us as one.

So Glad No Hidden Camera Was There

So glad no hidden camera was there,
In my vehicle, locked out in despair,
Luckily,checking out the passenger side,
Finding the door opened wide,
I climbed on in, one obstacle to meet,
To climb over the gear shift with short legs and small feet.
I twisted and turned, with my eyes opened liked flying saucers,
As my crotch finally shifted into conquer my worst fear,
At last I scrunched and scooted finally with my feet on the floor,
Next time, rest assured, the keys will be resting in my pocket.
That is for sure!

Thirsty?

linesbylinda:

Water for one and all!

Originally posted on Lines by Linda:

The road at times grows long and weary,

the future seems dark and dreary,

Gently I hear His voice say,

Come to my Well,

Drink, your journey is mine each day.Leather_bucket_of_a_well

I have you always for whatever you thirst,

I gave my life, and placed you first.

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