Monday, December 18, 2006

Homesick


Homesick
Sometimes I just sit and stare
at the mountains without a care
Still in shock that we are here
but still deep down I have a fear
I worry that we moved away
when what we should have done is stayed
Deep down I know we did what's right
but I fight my sadness with all my might
Eventually it will go away
when we come home and visit one day

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Merry Christmas

I search through all the Christmas cards
In drug and deparment stores
Gazed on Santa's picture
Read verses by the scores

There were none to meet my fancy
Somehow they were incomplete
So with these Yule time poets
I find I must compete

If all the million verses
Of greeting cards were true
Had by me been written
and dedicated to you

They would not be sufficient
My wishes to unfold
For you there is no limit
As to what my heart will hold -
Merry Christmas!

- The Old Fisherman -

Written by my Great Grandfather - Clyde Baker

Lazy Sunday Afternoon....






Snow in time for Christmas....but will it last?