Spring has come to northwest Missouri.
...and We are blessed with a day in the 80s and a brisk Southern Breeze
The Redbuds and Dogwoods burst into bloom
Bleeding Hearts are in vivid display
Black is on track and the Cottonwoods shine
As a brisk Southern Wind threatens to blow them away
The Garden is tilled and the Corn’s in the Ground
Against a brilliant blue sky, the turbines go ‘round
The tired old Farmall is glad to retire and Black dog’s so tired she fears she’ll expire!
Then as the wind slowly eases to a soft, gentle breeze
And night falls on this Idyllic Place
One Man thinks of God and the joys He has known
And Thanks HIM for his wondrous Grace.
