Tuesday, April 12, 2011

A Scene Seen

Ten white geese
Marching single file
Up a lone green gill
To a bright blue sky.

There is so much to see,-
So many songs unsung,-
And roads that beckon me
To cross the plains,
And climb the hills.

There are so many hearts
That cry in loneliness,
And beg for me to come
With gentle arms,
And words of love.

There is so much to do-
So many chores undone.
Please, God, send willing hands
To carry on
When I am gone