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Thursday, October 29, 2009

Autumn Memories

I think Autumn is my

Favorite time of year.

Thoughts of childhood

Seem to linger near.

I remember raking the leafs

Into a great big pile;

Running and jumping in the middle:

How it makes me smile.

We'd build a big fire and roast

Marshmallows till they burned;

Say silly tongue twisters over

And Over, until each word was learned.

We'd hunt pretty leafs to see

Who's was the prettiest and best.

The trouble was that each of us

Felt ours was better than the rest.

How I wish I could go back

And play with my sisters once more;

There at the old home place with

Momma watching from the door.

Friday, October 16, 2009

God's Children

The house is full with children.
Their clutter is noticed the whole house wide.
But, oh, how empty when they are gone.
Every thing's quiet and you feel alone.

Children take more work this is true:
More cooking, dishes, and lots of clothes too.
But, they're so sweet and have so much love to give.
I think without children, I'd have no will to live.

They except you just the way you are.
They don't care about your looks, your past, or your car.
Now wonder Jesus says, we must be like them.
They're full of love, mercy, and forgiveness, just like HIM!

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Do All Things

Phi. 2:14 says: Do all things without murmurings and disputings.

I have this on my wall so I can see it everyday. Yet, reading it

is a lot easier than getting it in my heart. Or it's easier said than


I wonder if I am the only one who catches themselves murmuring

about things when they don't go just right or is it just me who has

this problem.

I want to be a positive person, but sometimes I am just not. Does

anyone have a way to make it easier to do?

Monday, October 12, 2009

Now That I Am Grown

\A poem came rolling across my mind today;
A poem from long ago.
It roared from the river of timeless thoughts,
Like water over a dam might flow.

\The words so strong that I could feel their strength,
Like the muscles of a running horse.
Bringing back such memories to my aged mind
Of my enchanting youth of course.

\How I love the teacher who empowered me with these words.
Words of rhyme I might never have known.
I now praise the teacher whom once
I hated, Now, that I am grown.

by Alla Mae Swaim

Sunday, October 11, 2009


A little boy, bare foot with britches rolled to his knee:
A reflection of yesterday for all to see.

\He stands in the water with fishing pole in hand
,Looking so much like another fine man.

\The great grandfather he will never know,
Yet, his grandfather's reflection in him will grow.

\Another era gone far away...
Yet, through him, papa's reflections will stay.

by Alla Mae Swaim

I Bumped My Little Head

I fell upon a big old rock...
I bumped my little head..
Now I have a big old knot..
I think that I am dead..

\I do not feel pain you see...
I feel noth---ing at all...
Oh my, oh my, what is wrong with me...
What ever caused me to fall...

\My eyes are trying to open now
I am feeling a little pain...
Oh, dear, I just fell out of bed is all...
When I heard the thunder and rain...

by Alla Mae Swaim

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Our Choice

If we could have a perfect life
With never a day of work and strife.
I wonder would we be content
With all the blessing God had sent.

\Do you think, we would begin to be bored
And more than our share, would we hoard.
Would we be like Eve in the Garden of Eden
And follow not God's, but Satan's leadin'?

\I have often heard people say:
It's all Eve's fault for us being this way.
Yet, they too are living by choice.
They make the decision to follow a voice.

\So who's really to blame?

by Alla Mae Swaim

Friday, October 9, 2009

Country Girls

Country girls know how to milk a cow.

Want to make a good biscuit, just ask them how.

They can sow a garden or sew a dress;

Take care of the kids and clean up the mess.

\They can make a meal out of, seems like nothing,

Kill and cook the turkey and make the stuffing.

They can drive tractors or old trucks,

Feed the chickens, pigs, and ducks.

\When they go hunting they don't need a guide;

They can skin a coon, stretch the hide.

They can kill a squirrel and fry it up:

Make the gravy without a measuring cup.

\They can whistle a tune or sing out loud,

Be the center of attention in any crowd.

But of this one thing, you better beware

They may look dainty, but they're strong as a bear.

by Alla Swaim

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Little Children

I love little children; they're so sweet.
Dirty little hands and little bare feet.
Asking such questions as: Can I have that?
Is there a man really that fat?

Look over there Mom, that lady's green.
There Mom, he's the uglies man I've ever seen.
I've got you a present. Look it's a slug!
Don't kill it, Mom, I love that little bug.

Only children can be beautiful with candy on the face.
They have no worries, they trust God's grace.
They don't worry about tomorrow at all.
Up they jump no matter how hard the fall.

If only we could be more like a child
Forgiving, no worries, free and a little wild
Taking nothing for granted, but learning each day.
Walking in love as we go on our way.

Thank God for Children.........

by Alla Mae Swaim