Sunlight is streaming down on hills that have been covered with snow for so long, lifting the spirits and making glad the heart. It is amazing how quickly the snow melts away, leaving the meadows basking in the sun. There is not a cloud in the blue sky, and this morning a songbird was trilling his praise for the day.
We have endured such a hard winter that some of our southern friends were beginning to make jokes about it. I received a poem from my sweet cousin Frank (Bobby) Samples, who spends his winters in Florida. No wonder he can gloat -- he once lived in Michigan.
Here is his own original poem:
Snow is a blessing that covers the ground.
It's a gift of pure white that muffles all sound.
It hides the brown grass and winter's worst sights,
And creates gold halos around all the lights.
Snow makes a hearth a great place to retire
With a thick, cozy blanket right next to the fire.
We gratefully think of the four sturdy walls,
That shelters us safely when wintertime calls.
So those memories linger as I watch the TV
And view the long winters that I used to see.
I snicker a little as I head to the pool,