Sisters, I did not clean the house todayThe Galla woods were calling me
To come and tromp down an old path
And dream about the stuff I see.
Who wore this shoe, then tossed it here
For Galla moss to cover
Did they know I would trod this way
And awe at my discover!
The housecleaning will have to wait
Unimportant things just can't compare
To the many voices calling me
Away from toils--always there.
4 comments:
This could be called "any excuse not to clean".....you know if it is warmer today it would be a great day to clean that cold room...LOL
I think I will burn a pile of brush today beside the little Galla branch...I might take a picture so you can see what I accomplish out in God's bedroom
cleaning away the debris in his
house.
I like the photo and especially like the sentiments of your poem. Very nice.
Oh, that's a wonderful poem, Sister 3. You, too, wanted to go out on the first day of the New Year. I saw several bloggers talking of their walks - and I took the picture of the mockingbird while I was taking a walk yesterday.
Yes, the buds are threatening to open. I think that was a Bradford Pear tree, an ornamental that usually blooms in early to mid-March.
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