Daily Archives: November 13, 2010

poem

The walk: what a beautiful day for walking my dog, we have walked a while, I am tired, we stop and rest by an old log. I hear a squirrel, chatter in an old cedar tree; a Chickadee lands on a limb, so close to me, and sings chick, a dee, dee, chick, a dee,dee. It starts to cloud over, snow flurries are starting to fall, and in the distance, I hear a wild goose call; as I view and hear these things, I know what to do, whisper the words, God thank you.~ Winston Staples