~ Awhile Sat Whittling ~

Yep I reckon I'll go out, about a bit to roam, and talk a while and ponder I will, yep, set here and talk some alone with God of the many a sorted thing, and I reckon to run in fun still, I might with the wind, but as well, in a while I reckon, I'll want to go back in to help Ma, and but real soon, and of this I'm sure, to set the table for dinner, and play some with the young one, and feed my tiger fish and then do some of the rest of my chores, and so it is to be mine this, my fortune, to have a happy home now and the better of my fancy set free, for so beset and living in way beside me, by one, the tenderness in way of His Grace, His love has finally found me, but still wandering, will I always be, down along that gravel road out amid the mighty structures of the spruces with the honey humble bumble bee, bumbling on by beside me, and never will I forget these, as back when as to cast them, I set my dreams aloof the songs of the wind while in love I ran about and chasing them with the little jumpy grasshoppers ever ginger in their joy as they carried in way within their hands my hope of this day one so to be found whith them, and in view of God and in way of all of this, His natural beauty, I could be seen, and as He is the one who has granted me this time to be alone with Him, I reckon for a moment underneath the shade of my porch roof, and inview of the wandering sky's, for awhile I'll stay, and sit here outside amid the judicious graces in view of the many tendering wooding leaf and many effervescent flower blooms and take this time and a sharpened hand in this very simple pleasure as well and remain right here, on this porch, in my easy chair, and rock amid this simple wood awhile and whittle my stick, for I reckon real soon, this time alone with Him, well it'll be all gone, but it'll be all mine and a brighter hope for another time, yes a brighter hope for me, another time, on another day with Him, I reckon...