A peaceful walk within the woods, can stir imagination,

The crunch of twigs and unknown things, all adds to this sensation,

A regiment of trees stand tall, and line a peaceful lake,

Enduring every element, the brunt of it they take,

A quiet breeze soon captivates and gives you some relief,

It trembles through each giant tree and tickles every leaf,

When life is filled with hope unknown, when all seems lost and over,

The breath of God is living truth that all our sins He’ll cover,

He fills our lives with confidence, He’ll never let us wander,

He carries us through all our trials, His love He does not squander.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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8 Responses to SUMMER STROLL

  1. SLIMJIM says:

    Thank you for this poem.

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  2. You are absolutely amazing, dear Kathy! How do you do it? Your writing output is incredible and your skill extraordinary! This, is yet another wonderful poem! ❤

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    • says:

      This is pretty much my routine. I get up about 5:30 with the dog. I try to think of stuff to write about as I wait for him outside. I come in the house- praying that no one has seen me outside in my pjs. I open my lap top and start writing. I spend about two hours just on my blog. The ideas usually come from the fact that I have a million stories in my measly brain. I dont lack for material. I’ve never suffered writers block. Paul’s paintings inspire my poetry. This is something new for me and I think I’m getting the hang of it. I may try to publish them someday.

      You are so sweet to give me such praise. I am truly honored, but feel totally undeserving. I’m just old and have a lot to say,


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