Saturday, November 9, 2013

"A Wintry Mile"

 
 "A Wintry Mile"
by Grace Noll Crowell
 IDEALS Christmas Magazine 1959

I know that my work is waiting,
I know how long it will take,
But I shall walk a wintry mile
For my own spirit's sake.

I shall lift my face to the blowing
Of the clean wind down the land,
I shall dig by a tangled tree root
With a quick exploring hand,
To find the new green mosses
Blanketed warm and bright.

I shall break the ice at the stream's edge
To see the emerald light
Of a three-leafed clover lying
Tender and green as spring;
My cheeks shall gather the roses
That wintry winds can bring.

Then I shall go back to my labor,
To the tasks so hard and long,
With my heart as light as a bubble,
And on my lips a song.
 

Billie C.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

today I'm wo

I've been trying to update my craft notebook. I thought it would be filled or almost filled by now but I'm not even half way through the book yet.   So I'm not going to stress that I have so much room left in it, I'll just use it for two years instead of just one. 
 
Today, so far, I've
Cleaned the bedroom and made the beds (yes, two of them,  I hate the layout of this camper's bedroom but it can't be helped or changed)
Cleaned the bathroom
done the dishes
made banana bread
started a loaf of bread in the bread maker
washed up the messes from those two projects
taken the dogs out twice and about to take them out again in a few minutes
played a Christmas CD
Printed out several recipes to go in my, and my two grand daughters' recipe boxes, and put them in the boxes.
Still to go....
clear off the table
sweep the floor
take a walk
make dinner, Salad, Pork Chops, fried potatoes (for Hubby) Steamed brocclie with a bit of cheese on top (for me)
 

Billie C.

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Monday, November 4, 2013

"Poem In the Snow"

"Poem In the Snow"
by Albert J. Taylor
IDEALS Christmas Magazine 1959
 
 

My child, did you but know it, you have left
There in the snow, where you have now just played,
A poem, in the tracks you've made; you've reft
My notice with that man of snow you've made.

Yet I must wonder if it's not so much
What you have done as what a longing does;

For, foolish though I be, I feel the touch
Of fancy when the dancing snowflakes goes.

The things that you do now, I've done them all --
I've run out shouting and a-flinging snow,
And with cold-bitten fingers rolled a ball
Of winter's white, and made my man of snow.

That's why, as I stand dreaming here, I see
The poem in the snow you've left for me.
File:Auburn Alabama Snowman 2009.jpg - Wikimedia Commons

Billie C.


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