I’m far richer than the rich Wealthier than the wealthy by far, I have gold in the sun I have silver in the star. I have dreams that I follow That are more precious than gold, As I venture through life Eagerly watching the dreams unfold. I have diamonds, too many to count With each new fallen snow, As I watch each one twinkle Basking in the suns glow. I have nature’s painting Priceless, a portrait of the sky, Impossible to duplicate Though many did try. Each bloom of the red rose A ruby, one of a kind, And with the white rose A pearl comes to mind. Money have I none But wealth I have got, But I don’t fit in with The wealthy and rich lot. But I’m not going to change On this wealthy path I’ll stay, Till the rivers run dry And the four winds all blow away. (Larry “Dutch” Woller )It is a wonderful world indeed here on the path… 🙂 It is Saturday morning, taking a break in the activities to share a few thoughts… change is continuing here on the path.. Woke up the other morning a saw my neighbors roof were white..
Had a heavy enough frost to appear to be snow… and speaking of snow, saw a few white cumulus clouds with what appears to be vapor hanging below them… it is what is referred to as “virga”, falling moisture that evaporates before reaching the ground.. and with the cold atmosphere in this particular instance, it is “snow”… 🙂
Yes, Ole Man Winter is here to stay for a time… most of my bird friends have left for a warmer climate, those passing through stopping at the feeder for a needed dinner…
And those knuckleheaded backyard rodents called squirrels stay here and keep me company through the winter… 🙂
And I try to help those passing through and those that stay get through the winter doldrums “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel” (Maya Angelou)…… 🙂
I set here with my tea And watch the leaves a fallin’, It’s becoming clear that one day Jack Frost will come a callin’. Most of my bird friends have went south In the southern warmth they’ll stay, But I’ll not shed a tear in sorrow For they’ll be back again some day. All us creatures that are staying behind To deal with the cold and snow, Are getting our house in order And waiting for winter’s blow. The squirrels are gathering leaves and such To insulate their winters nest, The possum is checking every nook and cranny To find a place for his winters rest. The bee’s are picking up the pace Gathering nectar with the morning sun, Storing winter food for the hive Before their work on earth is done. A spider spinning it’s web of silk I watched as it grew and grew, Soon to become natures work of art With tomorrow’s early morning dew. This poem could go on and on and on But alas, I have things to do, For, like it or not, don’t you see I need to get ready for winter too. (Larry “Dutch” Woller)Yes, it is that time of year when it is time to say goodbye to all my backyard friends ( and all friends) who spent the summer here on the path and have moved on in search of their destinies…. 🙂 And I must close for now, life is calling and I need to see what it wants… 🙂 but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… I never say goodbye because goodbye sounds too much like forever, so until we meet again.. 🙂