It’s getting a lot colder here. It might get down to twenty. Sunday’s high is thirty four. It might be partly sunny. I’m reporting the weather here. Not because I’m bragging. It’s warmer than a lot of you. But hind the West it’s lagging!
Snowflakes flying in the air.?They glimmer on the pine.?A light dusting is all I need.?To get me feeling fine.?It’s just about at 32.?The temperature is falling.?Tonight I’ll bet the ditch will freeze.?I hear my ice skates calling.
The rain may fall here really soon. The chance maxed out by four. And flooding is predicted too. I hope not to my door. The yard has had all it can stand. A muddy mess to romp. What else on earth should I expect? I’m living in a swamp.
A man wrote down a simple tune, one line after another. The first line spoke of heaven, how we should love each other. The second line spoke of peace for all, no war and no more pain. The third line proclaimed God is king, over all of life’s domain. The …
Christmas comes but once a year………….A poem let’s not be petty. Twenty five of Jan. is here……………A month flew by already!!!!!
Tuesday: Here I come I’m ready. Hope I didn’t speak too soon. Still I’ve not caught up from Monday. Maybe I’ll take off at noon!
E’s for encouragement, I need all I can get. E’s also for empathy, for souls not saved yet. E’s in enthusiasm, and energy well spent. Excitement, and energy, these E’s don’t forget!