summershere

Now that Summer is finally here, this is a poem that Dad wrote about it!

Hope you enjoy reading it!!!

"Summer's Here"

Summer's here,

With red-wing blackbirds, perching on the fence,

And tall green corn in rows, so straight and strong.

With green beans in the garden to be picked,

And hear the night birds, sing their evening song.

Summer's here,

And see the golden wheat, that must be cut,

With distant noise of cattle on the hill.

The loon across the lake, blends in his call,

God's world at peace, and we are in His will.

Summer's here,

In the rustle of the leaves in every tree,

The sun, a bright orange ball, and the morning dew.

Wetly silvering everything at dawn,

God's blessings, and these are but a few.

E.H. Coe 1975

We Can Always Overcome If We Are:

Able to suffer without complaining

To be misunderstood without explaining

Able to endure without breaking

To be forsaken without forsaking

Able to give without receiving

To be ignored without any grieving

Able to ask without commanding

To love dispite misunderstanding

Able to turn to the Lord for guarding

Able to wait for His own rewarding

And If We

Count our garden by the flowers

Never by the leaves that fall

Count our days by golden hours

Don't remember clouds at all

Count our nights by stars, not shadows

Count our years with smiles, not tears

Count our blessings, not our troubles

Count our age by friends, not years