Sunday, July 07, 2002
Greetings.
We have returned from a sojourn to the mountains.
Nothing Happens Here:
The sun has begun it's afternoon descent
Soon it will sink behind the top of the ridge,
Taking with it the memories that were today.
But for now, sitting in a chair under the shade if an ancient maple,
I pause and listen.
Behind me, across the valley and across the creek,
a rooster is expressing his percieved dominance of the barnyard.
A pickup truck rattles down the road next to the creek,
it's tires crunching against the gravel surface.
Up the hill towards the workshop, two guinea fowel are foraging in the grass for the scourge of the Ozarks,
scratching and pecking until the reward, another tick is removed.
To the south, in the trees, a woodpecker is hammering and nearby, from the safety of an oak, a squirrel is scolding Cormack the cat.
Towards the north pasture two crows fuss about who knows what?
Cormack, who was just rubbing at my ankles has now caught a lizzard and is devouring it.
The lizzard's tail, laying in the dirt, squiggles unattached.
Flies are buzzing, dragon flies are ..............flying.
Up at the drive a cloud of dust rises, stirred up by Momma guinea.
And you said: Nothing ever happens around here!
He who fears the Lord has a secure fortress, and for his children it will be a refuge. Proverbs 14:26
Shalom, Y'all
We have returned from a sojourn to the mountains.
Nothing Happens Here:
The sun has begun it's afternoon descent
Soon it will sink behind the top of the ridge,
Taking with it the memories that were today.
But for now, sitting in a chair under the shade if an ancient maple,
I pause and listen.
Behind me, across the valley and across the creek,
a rooster is expressing his percieved dominance of the barnyard.
A pickup truck rattles down the road next to the creek,
it's tires crunching against the gravel surface.
Up the hill towards the workshop, two guinea fowel are foraging in the grass for the scourge of the Ozarks,
scratching and pecking until the reward, another tick is removed.
To the south, in the trees, a woodpecker is hammering and nearby, from the safety of an oak, a squirrel is scolding Cormack the cat.
Towards the north pasture two crows fuss about who knows what?
Cormack, who was just rubbing at my ankles has now caught a lizzard and is devouring it.
The lizzard's tail, laying in the dirt, squiggles unattached.
Flies are buzzing, dragon flies are ..............flying.
Up at the drive a cloud of dust rises, stirred up by Momma guinea.
And you said: Nothing ever happens around here!
He who fears the Lord has a secure fortress, and for his children it will be a refuge. Proverbs 14:26
Shalom, Y'all
