He used to splash through waters deep, he rested in seaweed,

This giant of fresh water lakes, was quite a sight indeed,

A trophy for the fisherman to take home and display,

So all his friends could be amazed by what he caught that day,

The story has a different end, it’s not what you may think,,

The fish was carved from wood you see, and thus it doesn’t stink.




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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6 Responses to THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

  1. Rebecca says:

    My kind of fish! Probably not too good for eating though. 🙂

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  2. I LOVE this!! What a delightful poem! It almost has a Limerick quality to it! And Paul’s carving is beautiful! What a team you are! ❤ ❤

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