Favorite Poem

Stopping  by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know.    His house is in the village though;    He will not see me stopping here    To watch his woods fill up with snow.    My little horse must think it queer    To stop without a farmhouse near    Between the… Continue reading Favorite Poem

Christmas is Near.

1978

This was written several years ago. Thought I would/should post it to this blog. Things still hold true. Hoping all have a Blessed Christmas. Celebrating Our Savior’s Birth. Holding fast to what He has done for us all. At our house some traditions start early in the month of December.  At my childhood home and… Continue reading Christmas is Near.