Tuesday, May 26, 2015

The Wonders Of Nature







                                               A little deer standing by the roadside
                                               looking back and forth, to and fro
                                               wondering if it should run and hide
                                               and which way it should go



                                               A long neck crane standing in the creek
                                               an awesome sight to see
                                               attempting to grab food, it takes a peek
                                               then flys away with it's large, majestic wings




                                             A large hawk sitting in a tree
                                             looking around for its prey
                                             whatever that may become or be
                                             it'll never have a chance to get away




                                           A strange flock of birds fly in
                                           from some place faraway and unknown
                                           on nature's food they do depend
                                           they're here for a time and then they're gone




                                           A little rabbit sits in the clover
                                           everyday it sits in the same spot
                                           late in the evening when the day is over
                                           I can tell by the clover it never eats alot




                                           A large raccoon visits from time to time
                                           searching for something to eat
                                           up the creek bank he does climb
                                           grabs what he can and runs back to his retreat




                                          A hoot owl makes his presence known
                                          in my yard each and every night
                                          he'll hoot until the break of dawn
                                          and then return again the very next night




                                          The squirrels are never a stranger and always there
                                           running this way and that
                                           hoping the birds will kindly share
                                           each day they grow more big and fat

                                          These wondrous sights my eyes do behold
                                           takes my breath away and fills my heart with pride
                                           to know that nature can be so bold
                                           in a place where I live and abide

                                           © Susie Swanson, 2015

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Heroes Among Us





There are signs of freedom
Clear across this land
The battlefield scars are many
A fighting soldier’s brand

They wear the armor proud
So honored and glad
To serve this great country
They are patriots with bravery clad

The stones a constant reminder
Of brothers who are gone
When the bloodshed was over
They were left to carry on

Some have marched into battle
So earnestly and young
Many wars there have been
Much fighting they have done

They soon became a man 
A fighting soldier’s creed
To defend this great land
They all took the lead

Freedom sails on wings
They paid the ultimate price
We should never forget
Their courage and sacrifice

Let the bells of freedom ring
For the red, white and blue
There are heroes among us
Let’s wave old glory too

© Susie Swanson, 2015

Happy Memorial Day and God bless You All. 

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

That Old Screen Door





We all need to go back to an old screen door
So we can hear the sound of it slamming some more

And those famous words, “stop letting the flies in”
Not giving it a second thought and doing it over again

Catching fireflies after dark and putting them in a jar
And lying out on a blanket and wishing upon a star

Listening to the whop-per-wills calling every night
The serenading of crickets, a special, kind of quiet

Running through the meadows in the sun kissed dew
Climbing high up in a tree with a better angle view

Can’t you just see those June bugs tied with a string
Or swinging really high on that old, tire swing

Going fishing in the creek with that little fishing pole
Enjoying a hot, summer day at that ole swimming hole  

Or riding that old, rusted bicycle with nary a brake
Running through the thickets, never thinking of a snake

Oh the joy of blackberry picking and eating a juicy pie
Worth every chigger but wishing they’d go bye, bye 

Playing a good game of softball on a Sunday afternoon
Our mothers waiting supper, hoping we’ll be home soon

Running through the broom sage in the cool, fall breeze
Sliding down snowy hills till our hands and feet would freeze

Nary a trail or sapling did we miss, if we had to crawl
 And scraping off that beggar lice was no fun at all

We all need to go back to that special, old place
Where all of our footsteps we can happily retrace

And listen to the sound of that old screen door
Slamming, slamming just like before

© Susie Swanson, 2015

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Remembering Is Easy





She remembers a little kitchen long, long ago. Her heart yearns to go back to that place where she did grow.
A little six year old girl runnin around her mama’s legs wantin to learn how to cook.
Her mama’s recipes consisted of a pinch of this and a pinch of that. Oh how hard it was to learn all of those pinches.
 She struggled with those pinches till she got them down in her mind. The hardest part was learnin how many pinches to put in fresh cornmeal straight from the mill. But she finally got the hang of it and they ate it, without complaining.

 After she grew a little older she remembers her mama finally allowin her to build a fire in that ole woodstove and cookin a whole meal all by herself for a family of eight and all the joy and pride it brought to her heart.
She also remembers that same little girl climbin up in a chair at that ole sink and her mama tying an oversized apron around her small waist and washin dishes. She’ll admit she loved playin in the dishwater more so and starin out that little window and dreamin of being just like her mama, waitin for her prince charmin to come along. She could see  herself cookin in that little kitchen with all the little ones runnin around her legs and the joy she felt in her heart. Her mama was her hero and she’d always dreamed of doing everything just like her.

She also remembers helpin her mama can lots of jars of fresh food straight from the garden  on that woodstove on hot summer days and the sweat dripping off of her mama’s nose.
She remembers standin up in that chair at the sink and washin so many cannin jars, she thought her arms would fall off. But just being able to help and learn was such a treasure and still holdin all of that cannin knowledge close today is worth more than any money can buy.

She remembers the oil lamp that sit on the table givin light to early morning breakfast. Cookin before daylight was the usual routine, every morning. Helpin make those cathead biscuits and big bowls of gravy were such a delight. It took a lot of time to get the biscuits down pat but she managed it quite well. The gravy was a different story.

That oil lamp burned bright on short, winter evenings also. She remembers when everyone gathered around that big table bowin heads and Thanking God for every bite on the table and every blessin given abundantly. She still remembers every delicious meal and nary a bite left behind in either bowl.

After the evening meal she remembers sittin at that table till bedtime with her four brothers and sister playin by that oil lamp on an old board game that her mama made from a piece of cardboard while using marbles called, “Fox and the Geese”. Her mama taught everyone how to play it, as she remembered from her childhood.

She still remembers those cold, winter evenings helping her mama cut quilt scraps out at that table, learning how to be so precise and finally being allowed to cut with those big sewing scissors.
That was her first introduction to quiltin and what joy it still brings today. Every tiny stitch she makes still reminds her of her mama’s golden threads. She’ll forever hold it close to her heart and cherish that special place where it all came about.


That little kitchen sure did cook up plenty of memories and shared enough love to last a lifetime. Remembering is easy and it’s so amazin at what a mother and her kitchen can do.

                                                     © Susie Swanson, 2015

Happy Mother's Day to my mother in heaven and all mothers. May God Bless you all.
Update on my health issues. I had the gallbladder surgery last Thursday (30th) and all went well there but it threw me back some on my Thyroid issues. My Endo said it was the anesthesia that most likely did it but he raised my Thyroid meds. a week before surgery and I have to stay on it another month and do some more labwork to see what it's doing. It's just a waitin game there. Many thanks for all of your prayers and I'm praying for ya'll as well. ~Susie



Tuesday, April 28, 2015

We Walk In The Midst





We walk in the midst of beautiful flowers
They will return again come another spring
Though winter’s breath has quietly stolen
There is promise of new birth in everything

We walk in the midst of deep and darkened days
Of some that has become each our very own
The sun will shine through and return again
There will be another break of dawn

We walk in the midst of century old lands
As old fields do through storms and question why
Beneath the blinding sun and bitter rain
We too, should draw new strength as the years pass by

We walk in the midst of grassy hills, so green
Where the mighty winds of heaven blow
Straight from the breath of God, cool and clean
As anything the soul of man can know

We walk in the midst of memories and reflections
From another place and more simpler time
Hung upon the walls of many forgotten days
Are pictures of our ancestors they left behind

We walk in the midst of much anger and hatred
A thousand words can not describe
The soul is barren without peace and love
Hatred should never be inscribed

We walk in the midst of tears and heartache
Where pain, grief and suffering has no name
Without wings against the wind we tremble
For what else may come or still remain

We walk in the midst of blurred eyes and weeping
Crying out with hunger and homelessness
In a land where milk and honey flows
There should always be plenty and never less

We walk in the midst of wars and rumors of wars
Fulfilling the Bible more each passing day
The mercy of God is the most powerful sword
If we but only turn to him and daily pray

We walk in the midst of patience, trying to understand
And wonder how good is material things of earth
When we are gone, all of these will still remain
Just as it is from birth to death, what is it’s worth

We walk in the midst of each upturned prayer
Though agony may be to great for tongue to say
Even the unvoiced prayer he surely answers
If not in our way, in some better way

We walk in the midst of a troubled and lost world
Dying more and more with each passing day
Waiting for someone to unlock the chains
That someone is here, the stone has been rolled away

© Susie Swanson, 2015

With all that's going on the world today and everyday I thought this Repost would be fitting..

Update.... As of now my Gallbladder Surgery is on for this Thursday (30th) unless something changes. The Endocrinoligist gave his approval under certain terms. They are to check my Thyroid Levels before they put me to sleep. I appreciate all of your prayers cause I'm going to need them even more. I'm so Hypothyroid (low) right now and it has me worried but God's in control and if it be his will I'll make it through this also. I'm not worried about the surgery itself cause it'll be minor compared to having my Thyroid taken out. I know and they know I'm still not up to par but it has to come out ASAP. Many Thanks for the prayers that's already been lifted for me. I'll be back when I can. God Bless, ~Susie 

Friday, April 24, 2015

"Home"





"Home" By Edgar Albert Guest

It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’ make it home,
A heap o’ sun an’ shadder, an’ ye sometimes have t’ roam
Afore ye really ’preciate the things ye lef’ behind,
An’ hunger fer ’em somehow, with ’em allus on yer mind.
It don’t make any differunce how rich ye get t’ be,
How much yer chairs an’ tables cost, how great yer luxury;
It ain’t home t’ ye, though it be the palace of a king,
Until somehow yer soul is sort o’ wrapped round everything

Home ain’t a place that gold can buy or get up in a minute;
Afore it’s home there’s got t’ be a heap o’ livin’ in it;
Within the walls there’s got t’ be some babies born, and then
Right there ye’ve got t’ bring ‘em up t’ women good, an’ men;
And gradjerly, as time goes on, ye find ye wouldn’t part
With anything they ever used—they’ve grown into yer heart:
The old high chairs, the playthings, too, the little shoes they wore
Ye hoard; an’ if ye could ye’d keep the thumbmarks on the door.

Ye’ve got t’ weep t’ make it home, ye’ve got t’ sit an’ sigh
An’ watch beside a loved one’s bed, an’ know that Death is nigh;
An’ in the stillness o’ the night t’ see Death’s angel come,
An’ close the eyes o’ her that smiled, an’ leave her sweet voice dumb.
Fer these are scenes that grip the heart, an’ when yer tears are dried,
Ye find the home is dearer than it was, an’ sanctified;
An’ tuggin’ at ye always are the pleasant memories
O’ her that was an’ is no more—ye can’t escape from these.

Ye’ve got t’ sing an’ dance fer years, ye’ve got t’ romp an’ play,
An’ learn t’ love the things ye have by usin’ ’em each day;
Even the roses ’round the porch must blossom year by year
Afore they ’come a part o’ ye, suggestin’ someone dear
Who used t’ love ’em long ago, an’ trained ’em jes’ t’ run
The way they do, so’s they would get the early mornin’ sun;
Ye’ve got t’ love each brick an’ stone from cellar up t’ dome:
It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’ make it home.


My Favorite poem by-  Edgar Albert Guest

 Little Update, I'm waiting to see if the gallbladder surgery is still on for next week. The doctors and the Anesthesioloigist are putting their heads together as I write this. Will Update more later. Hope all has a nice weekend. God Bless, ~Susie

Monday, April 20, 2015

God Took A Century






My heart begins to flutter relentlessly
As I see your gracious beauty there
Flowing so swiftly with wings in flight
Down, down with such a flare

You are as old as time itself
Falling constantly upon your way
Splashing, splashing upon the rocks
I feel the whisper of your spray 

Your foaming beard looks like white hair
Waves of splendor I question why
To understand your lengthened time
Your hidden secrets fall and die

Young as the morning and just as old
Ageless, timeless you surely belong
To remain unchanged and ever remain
You lift my heart in joy and song

None shall ever come to know
 From the twisted paths you came
Or the places where you have been
Only you can know or will ever claim

Restless and wild, a part of nature’s best
Filled with the sounds prop’s an open door
For a waterfall’s basic freedom to be
There’s nothing quite like it ever before

I stand here breathless up above
Watching your sure course to the sea
Of sight, sound and beauty seen
To make such a thing God took a century

© Susie Swanson, 2015

 I don't know the exact location of the photo at the top but just know it's located somewhere in the North Georgia Mountains near where I live. Perhaps my sweet Blogger friend Betsy from "Joyful Reflections" Blog may know since she loves waterfalls and has visited so many. I'm so intrigued by them myself and think they surely are a magnificent creation from our Heavenly Father. 

Update, I'll be going back to my Thyroid Doctor tomorrow (Tuesday) to have more Labwork done and possibly be raised up more on my Meds. My Gallbladder surgery is scheduled for the third time next week, (30th ).. I will be very shocked if they're able to do it since I'm still running quite low (Hypothyroid). It's really getting to me now and It's taking every ounce of my strength to hang on. But, God has this and it will all be taken care of in his time, not mine. Many thanks for all the prayers and your sweet words of encouragement. Sometimes we feel like giving up but that small voice tells us to keep hanging on. God is our only hope and rock to which we can lean on. I will update more later when I can. God Bless, ~Susie