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All Things Beautiful

When growing up on the farm in Indiana even at 'round the age of three, I began to notice simple yet beautiful things that surrounded me. Strange though it seems, I found beauty in grumpy bumble bees, And was fascinated by the gold and crimson foliage of autumn's trees! Golden fields of wheat undulating in the breeze was a beauty to behold, As were luscious apples ripening on laden trees in hues of red and gold. Bright green fields of corn that were to provide roasting ears bye and bye, Were crowned with gilted, dancing tassels reaching for the sky! I saw beauty in the gamboling of a newborn baby calf, And the antics of squealing piglets that really made me laugh! I caressed fluffy yellow baby chicks with my innocent paws. (The threat of the fussy mother hens rarely gave me pause!) I had the joy of capturing elusive lightning bugs on languid summer nights, And delighted at the awesome beauty of the eerie Northern Lights! I saw beautiful displays of lightning as it flashed across the prairies, And from afar saw magnificent golden eagles preening in their aeries! I gently caressed the beautiful peonies that my Mother grew, And inhaled the fragrance of her roses glistening in the morning dew. Though I'm in the autumn of life, in all things beautiful and bright That The Creator in his munificence has provided, I still take delight! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)

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Date: 7/3/2010 6:05:00 AM
Thats why I posted my new poem, Bob. It didn't matter we were many states apart but the words of your poem paint the same scene I saw whether I was in South Dakota or Kansas. Beautiful memories. God Bless, Cile
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Date: 7/1/2010 6:26:00 PM
What a pleasure it was to read your delightful poem of childhood memories. Really enjoyed ~ Sharon :)
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Date: 7/1/2010 10:15:00 AM
The delight of a child's view of the world is something we get to have again as we live in our golden years. The rewards of growing older. Thanks for your comments on my "Old Wives" limerick. I see from omments received that it is being seen differently than I meant it, so it may not be a winner. My last line alluded to one's own youth which should be providing for age. Joyce
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Date: 7/1/2010 4:53:00 AM
Beautiful memories of your childhood, Robert...thank you for sharing you wonderful writing with us...Emily
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Date: 6/30/2010 8:08:00 PM
Awesome, Sarge. Great memories. You guys have a great 4th holiday. Hope you get to see fireworks. We're going to the display at West Point. All the best, Una/Ralph. Thanks for reading Procastinator, I think I'll be disqualified because of the syllable thing but I'll get over it - Ha Ha.
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Date: 6/30/2010 8:05:00 PM
Wow you were and we still are surrounded by such beauty, thanks for giving me a glimpse of yours, blessings Wilma
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Date: 6/30/2010 6:59:00 PM
This is indeed a pleasure to read, Robert. It makes me want to see the land through your eyes. Beautiful poem! ~ Carrie
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