Snow’s definitely in the forecast, the trees are bare of leaves,

The harvest has been harvested and they’ve brought in the sheaves,

Now is the time to hunt for deer, at least I have been told,

But when you hunt in Wisconsin, turkeys aren’t too bold,

They know the special holiday, with them the centerpiece,

Makes plans for Thanksgiving dinner, a day they’ll rest in peace,

So someone in charge decided, to hunt for deer instead,

They aim their guns at the white tails, or simply stay in bed,

Thanksgiving’s just like any day, when you are hunting deer,

But it sure would be quite special if my honey was right here,

I’ve actually grown used to it, Black Friday’s the next day,

I could probably spend a bundle, but in the house I’ll stay,

Enjoying the peace and quiet, just me, the dog, a book,

For one full week an empty house, and I don’t have to cook.





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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