“. . . putting it in writing”   Nehemiah 10:1

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  Spring

Spring, the great magician,
is stealing through the land.
Come! let us greet him gladly,
as with his magic wand
He touches where no flowers are seen
and from the earth there spring,
Snowdrops,Violets, Crocuses -
all greet the victor, Spring.

The Winter snows at last have gone,
dispelled by Spring’s bright face.
Each penna leaf upon the trees
is now hung in its place.
The Snowdrop of sweet purity,
each bird upon the wing,
The Violet on mossy bank -
all speak to us of Spring.

Upon the hillside, lambkins frisk
and all around is seen,
Young life in bird and beast and plant
and all of these I ween,
Speak e’er to us of Higher Power,
of love that’s shed abroad,
And as we welcome give to Spring -
we thank Creator, God.

  Happiness

It may be easy to say you are happy
When life goes by like a song,
But to say it in adversity,
Needs a character powerfully strong.

A spirit that’s ever hopeful,
With faith that never grows dim.
Who always looks on the bright side
And puts their trust in Him.

They say troubles are sent to try us
And prove what we are worth.
But God who made the heavens,
Also made the earth.

And He knows we are poor weak creatures
And sends His sun to shine.
So we look up and thank Him for it
And everything feels fine.

Then surely we’ll try to do our best
To help the world around,
For only in helping others
Can true happiness be found.

  Summer

Now Spring has gone and Summer is here,
with flowers so gay and bright.
The sun shines out on everything
and makes a glorious sight.
It shines upon the water that is
snunkling by the quay,
And on the little boats that bob
away out on the sea.

Yes! Spring has gone and Summer’s come,
with lovely sunny hours,
And fain would I spend some of them
amid the lovely flowers,
That grow in my garden, but
there’s washing to be done,
And many hungry folk to feed
before the setting sun.

So I must be content to gaze
from my own kitchen sink,
At all the lovely things outside
and I am led to think,
That health and strength are lovely too
for me to use aright,
So I will work ’till evening comes -
and then to bed. Goodnight.

  Caroline

Our Caroline is black as jet,
With coat as soft as silk.
It is not that we pamper her -
She doesn’t get much milk!
But give her cream so nice and thick
And fish straight from the sea,
Then she will lie and purr all day -
A cat contented, she.
But she is also fond of mice
And little birds that fly,
And when she brings a bird to me,
I feel I want to cry.
I call them all my feathered friends,
They chirp and sing so gay.
They come around the house to feed
And make so bright my day.
Do spare the little birds to me,
I feel that they are mine,
So please don’t hurt the little things -
My darling Caroline.

  Autumn

Autumn is a busy time,
Now Summer days have gone,
And there’s much harvesting to do,
Ere Winter time is come.

The golden grain we’ll gather in.
The apples, pears and plums
Must all be safely put in store,
For use when Winter comes.

The mellow days of Autumn
Bring pleasures all their own,
And make us think of by-gone days,
And Autumns we have known.

My favourite bronze chrysanthemums
I gaze upon with pride,
And love the yellow golden tints
Of hedge and country side.

The wind that blows upon the heath
Has ripened fruit so fine,
So I will go a-brambling
And soon I’ll have some wine.

Jam and jelly then I’ll make,
To grace my pantry shelf,
And friends and family will partake
And taste true nature’s wealth.

  Scenery

I see from out my window,
The fresh green fields beyond,
With cattle grazing peacefully
and ducks upon the pond.

All nature seems in harmony -
It should be always so,
For God above made bird and beast
And all the things that grow.

This window is my world -
I see within its frame,
So many things, some strange to me,
I cannot tell each name.

The flowers are all so different
And change each passing day -
And so I never weary,
While all around is gay.

  Winter

The winter with its frost and snow
And howling gales has come at last,
And all the summer flowers we knew,
Have bowed beneath the chilly blast.

They are not dead, but gone to sleep
And, carpeted above with snow,
They’ll lie quite snug while hedgehogs sleep,
So safe away from every foe.

But Winter brings us Christmas time
And all the pleasures we partake,
When friend meets friend and hearts are warm
And we are blest for Friendship’s sake.

And so the Winter passes on -
All the days more daylight bring.
And ere we know it, it has gone
And once more has made room for Spring.