poem


It’s November: It is November 10, it is a dreary month, foggy and raining again. The beautiful leaves are fallen, it seems so bare; I take a second look, there is still beauty everywhere; the ridge is covered with tall Aspen trees, with many ever greens growing between; then I thank God, that I am able to see, all these blessings, He has given to me.~ Winston Staples

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Author: wint68,70pluswint

I am married, have four lovely children and five grandchildren. I love gospel music and to write poetry as a hobby. I love animals such as dogs, and white tailed deer. I love good clean humor.

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