Treasure Island

Ernestine Northover

(25th March 1943)

Humility


Snow, falling thick and white, along the village street,
People struggling through the drifts, their shopping to complete,
Kids dragging sledges, excitement fills their minds,
Rolling a giant snowball, great, cos this is snow that binds.

Trees looking decorated up, with icicles that glint,
Branches weighed down with snow, which holds a golden tint,
That bright red sun that's setting, way out towards the west,
A wonderful rich vision, ordered at our Lord's behest.

Wonders of our lands, that are so stunning and so free,
That if we took the time to stare, we'd know true humility.

© Ernestine Northover

Submitted: Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Edited: Sunday, January 06, 2008

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  • Fay Slimm (10/16/2008 7:03:00 AM)

    Very wise and very humbly written, with your usual polished style. Thank you for this one. It brings back lovely memories. From Fay a 10 (Report) Reply

  • Duncan Wyllie (3/29/2006 1:27:00 PM)

    A stillness and quiet in this.Nature in full bloom, even when spring has not come yet your words still blossom.Brilliant! Love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • Cj Heck (12/7/2005 12:15:00 PM)

    This is lovely, Ernesting. Such a beautiful message.
    Hugs,
    CJ (Report) Reply

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