wint'swords

Looking at a grove, grove of white birch, on these trees, many birds have perched. Robins, sparrows and crows, on and on the list goes; everyday they come, everyday they go, so many birds, like the cooing dove, and the cawing crow.

I awoke, the rain has stopped, and the sun peaks, through the passing clouds; the snow is almost gone, off the old shop roof. I am longing, now for spring, to hear the robin sing, cheer-up, cheer-up, nature awakens, with the sounds of spring!

The sun is setting in the West, the wind is blowing, out of the very cold North, as the white birch, sway back and forth. What a beautiful sight, the western skies, the silhouettes of swaying trees, as the sun says it goodbyes. God's creation is everlasting, stretching from eternity to eternity. God's love is everlasting, and He loves His children, from eternity to eternity!

Years back,  when I was young, how I liked to fish, and watch for the salmon run. To wade the water, feel it's force, against my feet, hoping for a catch, a great prize, a great fish to eat. To see that great fish, make it's runs, it was so much fun, it was so neat.

wint'swords: The Swamp : The Swamp There is an old bog, where I used to walk bye, on warm sunny days, with a baby blue sky. The red winged black birds w...

The Swamp There is an old bog, where I used to walk bye, on warm sunny days, with a baby blue sky. The red winged black birds were singing, the frogs were crooking everywhere. In that old swamp or bog, there are many floating logs, on which the birds perch, while on the shore, the beaver cut birch. As I walked, I talked, thanking God for such, such a beautiful day.