I want to walk down a gravel road Hear stones crunching under my feet On one side Daisies and Black Eyed Susan's On the other a field of swaying wheat I want to sit at an old picnic table Near a lake, in the woods, under trees That shouldn't be asking for too much There was a time when I did all of these I want to ride my bike, take a hike Dig my toes down in hot ocean sand Smell of nature in all the pasture land I want to rake up red and yellow leaves Alas, a finial plea amongst all of these Is to thank Jehovah one more time on bended knees Stead in a wheelchair I sit, on my porch, in the breeze Author Eileen Clark Image:Found on Pinterest
Author Unknown ~ The image is on a greeting card designed and sold by Katami.
Where we walk to school each day
Indian children used to play-
All about our native land,
Where the shops and houses stand.
And the trees were very tall,
And there were no streets at all,
Not a church and not a steeple-
Only woods and Indian people.
Only wigwams on the ground,
And at night bears prowling round-
What a different place today
Where we live and work and play!
by Annette Wynne
We as Jehovah’s Witnesses believe from scriptures in the Bible that we will be living in a paradise here on this earth forever.
Psalms 37:11 But the meek will possess the earth, and they will find exquisite delight in the abundance of peace.
Knowing this helps me to deal with the arthritis pain and not being able to go for walks in the woods which I use to do often. One day while thinking about Gods promise, this poem came to be.
The road to poetry is long and cool, refreshing and beautiful. Come walk with me down that road