A goad in Hebrew means literally “the thing that teaches A goad is a pointed stick, sometimes metal-tipped, used in driving cattle or an animal used in plowing. The stubborn animal that resists the pricks of the goad by kicking against it does not get any relief but only harms itself. ...
In farming and gardening, to hoe a row is to turn a line of soil for planting seeds or bulbs— A tough row to hoe describes an enormous, challenging task. A tough row might be lengthy or involve hoeing dirt with lots of rocks or roots. A tough figurative row to...
It was puzzles or cardsPlaying Tag in the yard No devices that distractOur family was intact We had Carefree daysIt was our hillside way Playing until darkOur yard was our park Country life was a slower raceWe lived each day at our own pace We picked bluebonnets orIndian paints Down the...
Make me smileFor a little while Point my dayTo the best way I need a colorful sceneTo keep bad days unseen Please give me a reason toKeep holding on to you I love orange and redIt comforts my head So color my smileWith memory to file The colorful days won’t lastSoon...
When pain is deeper than a wellYou will long for someone to tell You Bury the pain deep insideNot trusting anyone to confide You reason this, too, shall soon passGet through the day and hope it goes fast Your world has changedLife seems rearranged Some things you never reclaimDon’t wallow in...
It’s a soothing thingOur front porch swing The back-and-forth motionLike the sway of an ocean The conversations taking placeAs you swing, keeping pace Visitors will come and goWhile Big Sister sits and sews Always content to Share a seatWith neighbors across the street Sitting, rockingA little bit of talking Come on...
Few things I find more comfortingAs the soothing balm Autumn brings After the heat of Summer endsI look forward to falls chilly winds As Fall sweeps my blues awayfinally, finding some happy days Even though the season doesn’t lastI enjoy the colorful leaves blasts Always a new subject to photographAs the...
On cool autumn eveningsMy mama would always bring A chair or two outsideTo watch her brood playing We mostly ran down country roadsStopping briefly and playing with toads We would play outside after darkUntil the opossums made the dogs bark You could hear the voices in the night airNo one seemed...
I’m looking at the flowers by the fieldspinning, spinning, trying not to yield The wind isBlowing, blowingThem away It seems like beauty always goes away I’m not sure why it makes me sad at allThe winds are bringing in a colorful fall The leaves always ignite something in meThere is magic in...
