[Lady Jag]

Inspiration is good.

Woodland Walking

I walked into the woodland across a lonely trail I heard the singing of the birds and the flutter of some quail. Then I came upon a stream, the gleaming water was so grand, as I laid back and rested upon a calm and peaceful land. You could sense the stirring of the animals that were all around and you knew that you could not know this in the midst of a town. It was there that dusk had found me and homeward bound I went knowing that when I have free time this is how I wish it spent. robert meadows

[yorkie]

THE OLD ROCKING CHAIR

I remember Grandma
When I was very small,
sitting in her rocking chair
in the parlor down the hall.

Many hours she spent there
all through her later years,
sharing joyous laughter
or drying little tears.

The chair had been her mothers
and held fond memories,
when Grandma, as a little girl,
had sat upon her knee.

And rocked in that old rocker
held close in loving arms.
Enjoying her mother’s singing,
kept safe from any harm.

I also have fond memories
when, as a little boy,
of being held by Grandma
with fondness, love and joy.

Listening to her stories
and songs that she would sing,
caught up in contentment for
the happiness it would bring.

Now that great old rocker
sits idle and unused,
but never known by anyone
to have ever been abused.

When we find in years to come
some memories we can share,
a fondness there will always be
for that grand old rocking chair.

by Gerald R. Hill

[jaycee]

I was glancing back at some posts and I came across the one with that pretty little path! The poem was very nice but that path was one that I would love to stroll along on...its so soothing looking.