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
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
I watch up the old country road through my study window and my mind slips back into a time of the past. My brother and I would walk down this same road and watch the pheasants and rabbits walk through the bushes and across the icy patches this time of year; we was on our way down to our friends to play hockey on a large pond by his house. I long sometimes to play on that pond and enjoy the fellowship of all my friends. Oh how I enjoyed my childhood!
~ Winston Staples
This morning,
I opened the front door,
I heard something,
I looked into the sky,
a gaggle of Canada geese,
were landing,
in their v formation,
into a large corn field,
whose golden ears,
they will fleece.
The sight and sounds,
are a sure sign,
that Autumn is here;
Such a pretty time,
to see God’s creation,
so colorful, so supreme.
Thank you Father,
for being always around,
watching, the sky, the sea,
and on the ground!
~ Winston Staples
Thanks Father,
for my eyes that see,
all the precious sights,
You created them to see.
I see the hills,
rolling over there,
the baby blue sky,
and the babbling brook,
flowing gently by.
I see the clouds,
fluffy and grey,
as they float,
lazily on their way.
I see the birds,
flying to and fro,
into the branches,
all nice and warm,
a shelter,
from the coming storm.
We see Your creation,
it is everywhere,
so let’s bow,
our hearts in prayer,
and say thank you,
for all you share!
~ Winston Staples
Come hither, come hither,
young person,
to where,
the pine trees grow.
Come hither, come hither,
young person,
where the babbling brook,
so gently flows.
Come hither, come hither,
young person,
come and see,
the wildflowers,
in the lane,
where they beautifully,
beautifully grow.
Come hither, come hither,
young person,
open the word,
the wonderful word of God,
it will guide you,
as you travel this sod.
~ Winston Staples
Drip,drip,
goes the rain drops,
as they fall,
from the limbs,
soon in their puddles,
tadpoles will,
swim, swim, swim.
Chirp, chirp,
the little birdies sing,
chirp, chirp,
it’s Spring, it’s Spring.
Croak, croak,
the old frog said,
who, who said the owl,
as he scratches,
scratches his head.
Yes, all these noises,
noises of Spring,
God gives us,
ears to hear,
makes my heart sing!
~ Winston Staples
Flurries, flurries,
falling softly,
from the sky;
flurries, flurries,
flood the sky,
as they melt,
they say goodbye.
Flurries, flurries,
all day long,
and inside my home,
I sing a joyful song.
~ Winston Staples
January burrrrrrr,
cold winds blow,
we get warm,
beneath the furrrrrrr.
January burrrrrrr,
when the days,
slip bye,
sometimes fast,
sometimes slow,
when the January days,
makes us say burrrrrrr!
Soon these January days,
cold January days,
will be past,
but now,
all I can say,
is burrrrrrr!
~ Winston Staples
CREATED
While strolling through the woods today,
I was awed by the beauty of creation,
I was seeing along the way,
it encircled my being.
The baby blue sky,
the multitude of brightly colored leaves,
red, orange, yellow and gold,
their beauty, breath taking to behold.
The sparkling water of the beaver dam,
reflecting all the beauty around about,
caused my heart to want to shout.
Praise God! Praise God!
To God, our Creator there is no doubt.
Yes, all these things seen,
were created by the voice of God,
the creator of everything.
The only exception was man,
we were created by God’s mighty hand.
~ Winston Staples
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