lone tree

I hear the wind
it's whistling
through the branches
of the leafless trees.
the sun is shining
but it's cold
but not as cold
as when the
snow flies blowing
through the air
i see the lone tree
it stands
and waits for spring.
and i wait with it.
 

It's Bread-making Time!

The wheat mill whines

It's time to grind

The wheat to flour.

It's bread making time!

 

The flour puffs

I measure cups

And pour in oil.

It's bread making time!

The stiff dough thumps
I knead the lumps
My arms work hard.
It's bread making time!

The oven heats
It smells so sweet
Can't wait to eat!
It's bread making time!

 

 

a poem

When life is tough
and days are dry
the wind blows cold
the rain won't try
you see the dust
and no more grass
and no more hay
a sky like glass
it's hard to trust
easy to fear
what will you do
this coming year
ranch life is tough
sometimes it's true
but God is enough
He'll see you through
remember this
as drought goes on
and trust him always
His love goes on.



Just some thoughts.