I BELIEVE

 

By Thelma Whitchurch Tuck

My Sister

8th Grade – 1944

1930 – 2019

I believe in the things I can see with my eyes..

The geese and the ducks high up in the skies.

The doe with her fawn going deep in the wood,

The old mother hen as she cares for her brood.

The fisherman quietly holding the line,

The icicles hanging from oak tree and pine.

My home, as it stands on the top of a hill

Meaning warmth and contentment,

giving my heart a thrill.

But the best of all things that my two eyes can see,

Is the sight of “Old Glory” as she waves in the breeze.

I believe in the things I can hear with my ears…

The toll of a bell, the crowd with its cheers.

The song of a bird, the hum of a bee,

The low moaning wind as it blows through the trees.

The cry of a baby, the notes of a song,

The toot of a horn as the cars go along.

The croak of a frog, the rain on the roof,

Lowing cows in the pasture, a horse on the hoof.

These are the sounds that my ears bring to me

In this wonderful country, the land of the free.

I believe in the things I can smell with my nose.

A field filled with violets, a wild summer rose.

The aroma of coffee, a pie or a cake,

The smell of fish frying, fresh from the lake.

The burning of leaves, ground wet from rain,

Freshly turned earth, the smoke from a train.

The smell of the woods with its cedar and pine trees,

Newly mown hay, a soft gentle lake breeze.

Fruit blossoms in springtime, a field full of clover,

Smoke from a campfire, when the day’s fun is over.

To give up the pleasures we get from these things

Is something we hope our life never will bring.

I believe in the things I can feel with my hands,

The great rolling ocean, the small grains of sand.

The warmth of the fire, the cold of the snow,

The snow or the rain as the wintry winds blow.

The satin smooth skin of a child at its play

E“Ebony”

The fur of a puppy, the sun’s warming rays.

The feel of the earth as the garden is planted,

The vegetables harvested just as we planned it.

These are the things in this life we are living

That teach us receiving is equal to giving.

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