Summer memories fill my mind when snow is on the ground,

I think of hot and humid days, with masses all around,

They walk and jog and sometimes sit, and take the beauty in,

The lake displays boats great and small, people there to swim.


Skies filled with voluminous clouds, gathering for the storm,

Still people enjoy each other, it won’t affect their form,

Not prepared with an umbrella, a few drops start to fall,

The skies break open with thunder, lightening like fingers crawl.


They scatter like ants in distress, looking for some relief,

Plastic ponchos worn by a few, they hope the storm is brief,

Soon clouds pass by and sun returns, it really wasn’t bad,

In fact it’s so much better than a week in winter land.



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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