The insights and pondering of a farmer.
Monday, 5 December 2011
I wrote this the week after Thanksgiving on my way to work. Some how I often am inspired on my way to work, driving.
Can one week really go so quickly,
The long expected day of the year?
The anticipation builds as the week draws nearer,
And at long last the day is here.
The excitement the friendship
that bonds each time,
Reminds me again God is so kind
The laughing the games that go on each night,
Frost in the morning each day so bright.
And at long last as the week comes an end
I can’t wait for it next year
And the friendships we’ll mend.