WHERE THE RED PINE GROW!

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There is a place,

about a mile away,

where I would go,

and spend hours every day.

I got on the old bike,

an old four wheeler,

on  it I would go,

to my quiet place,

where the red pine grow.

Some days I would see,

a doe in the grove,

if slowly I drove.

At the right time,

late in the day;

I would stop,

and watch the beaver play.

Most of the time,

their play for me,

was work to them,

while they swam;

they quickly repaired the dam.

In the branches of the pine,

the blue jays cried,

and the squirrels played,

with the gentle breeze,

the red pine trees swayed.

It became my favorite

quiet place to go,

to meditate on God’s word,

to keep my outlook on life,

going straight as a sword.

~Winston Staples

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Just Looking!

Just looking,

my eyes focused,

on the trees,

colored trees,

blowing and swaying,

back and forth,

in the North wind,

telling me;

it will soon,

soon snow again.

Just looking,

looking over the hill,

at evergreens and hardwoods,

stately on both it’s sides;

telling me,

I am growing older,

with each tick,

and each tock,

as the hands of time,

quickly slip bye!

~ Winston Staples

JUST THINKING!

 

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I am sitting looking out my window at a beautiful July Summer day;

The weather has been nice and warm, a little humid,

but we should not complain because cold weather comes soon here.

When I was a lad I would lay and look at the clouds quickly pass over in the beautiful

Summer sky. This picture above brought back so many good memories, you might call them precious memories. I wish you all a beautiful Summer!

~ Winston Staples

JUST THINKING!

As I sit and look out my study window at all the bare branches of the Aspens with a few Chick-a-dees flying to and fro out of them, my mind flashes back seventy years and how I would take my blind mother out through them to a big rock, there we would sit and rest. Then we would walk back to the house and make doughnuts; These are precious memories to remember and ponder upon!

~ Winston Staples

JUST THINKING!

Just thinking,

about childhood days,

as I listen,

listen to the falling rain,

how we would climb,

into our tree house,

and play monopoly,

all day long.

I knew some,

were less than honest,

as they moved around,

quickly around the board.

Sometimes I long to,

long to have those,

happy moments back;

I realize one grows,

and makes mistakes,

as we travel this land;

so let us place our lives,

with the FATHER,

who knows, always knows,

what for us is best!

~ Winston Staples

 

DECEMBER DAYS!

December days are short and grey,

not much sunshine,

in the skies these days;

the chickadees and blue jays,

fly from tree to tree,

looking for food,

what their little bird eyes can see.

The squirrels scurry,

across the snowy ground,

down the rail fence,

and their little paws,

not making a sound.

All these wonders,

my eyes behold,

all these blessings,

God allows me to see,

are so precious,

and make memories for me.

~ Winston Staples