The Seasons


The Season’s

In spring we grumble, as we mow,

And wish the grass, would grow more slow,

We sweat beneath, the burning sun,

Complain of summer, til it’s done,

Then autumn brings us, falling leaves,

We ache for winters, brief reprieve,

When winter comes, with ice and snow,

We want spring to come, and winter to go,

When will we learn, to bless each day,

And quit wishing, our short lives away.

c.d.m. 7-1-10

The Bible teaches that this life is short,when compared to eternity.


About Cheryl

I'm from W.Va. living in Ohio.married [38 yrs],with 2 daughters, 3 grandkids,and 6 step grandkids.Live on a small farm, and have been an ordained minister since 1984.My husband and I both work, he in a factory, and I as a private care-giver. Moved around a lot in my younger yrs. have been planted here 39 yrs. Love the Lord, my family, my country and my life. Glad to meet you.
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One Response to The Seasons

  1. kaleena101 says:

    This poem is so true. Appreciate the seasons on Earth and the seasons of Life!

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