Jolene Cheyney Poet Verse

Crunch, Crackle, Crackle, Crackle, Crunch

Crunch, crackle, crackle, crackle, crunch
The leaves under my heavy footfalls
Those nor easterly winds sure pack a punch
Onward it is, my freedom calls

Nothing worth having seems to come easy
Another bridge to cross, just another bridge
From my past now I must break free
Will I see my future if I climb up on that ridge

Okay okay my future is in God's hand
It's so hard to give up control
I believe that his plan for me is Grand
But it never hurts to have an Ace in the Hole

So I'll leave my future in the hands of God
But I'll set my foot where no man has trod

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Daniel Turner October 25, 2016 at 9:51 AM This is a great poem, Jolene. Nicely penned:) Jolene Cheyney October 25, 2016 at 10:16 AM Thank you, just something I was thinking about on my way down to get the mail yesterday.