20 April, 2012 § 3 Comments
When I stand before God in the end, I want to have waited everyday expectantly and joyfully for His second coming.
Not as some who will have been entangled with fret over the rulers of this earth and the threat of inconvenience on the future generations.
The legacy that I want to leave my children and their children after them is that I waited for the daffodils and was delighted when they bloomed.
“This is the day which the LORD has made;
Let us rejoice and be glad in it.” Psalm 118:24
4 October, 2010 § Leave a comment
The sight of Crystal Lake in coolness fresh, it overwhelms me.
In Old Vermont, in Irasburg, that’s where I’d like to be.
The Halls of Danville springing alive, in dance and celebration.
In each home a softer glow of warmth and resignation.
The old farm house in Waterford, with Briar and all the cats,
long walks down the leaf strewn road, the attic filled with bats.
Oh to see the reddening leaves of bustling St. J,
The house on Costa Avenue, now empty it does lay.
To sit in Boxcar and Caboose and read to hearts content,
or defy the cold, to Carman’s go and try the Chocolate Mint.
I would like to be there sir, but here I am to be,
And someday I will see again the lake at Willoughby.
For now I reminisce; the sights and sounds of autumn’s breeze,
For certain that of Old Vermont in which I am at ease.
Today is the two year anniversary of this poem that I wrote in Pottersville New York. I still feel the same way, Ohio has a harsher autumn than New York or Vermont.