Sara Kendrick Poet I do not know?

Faithfulness of Seasons

Each day the sun rises
Dependable light source
The birds sing your praises
With fervent joy of course

Fall follows summer now
Season of slower pace
The farmer puts away plow
Rural life a different race

Winter brings very own challenge
With a chill all around
That sun keeps on rising
Even the birds slow their sound

Then one day Son triggers
An awakening to those resting
No longer is it winter
Spring's voice is calling

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Tanya Edwards October 31, 2010 at 8:44 AM Hey Sarah this is so very lovely, God Bless xx P.S. My bresthe poem-when I got out of the shower this morning, I suddenly realised that is was based on Smlie, though your heart is breaking,etc.. song-panicked for a bit, because I thought I'd committed plagiarism! :-)

Duncan Chappell October 29, 2010 at 2:10 AM a wonderful peace here my friend thank you duncan

Gordon Hickman October 8, 2010 at 11:33 AM A charming little picture you create in this one Sara. The passing Seasons making their unique marks. Most enjoyable. Gordon, (hicky)

Bojosi Ditshwele September 29, 2010 at 5:07 AM a very good one Sara, sometimes i just ask myself, do we people see how the sun never refuses to come out and shine every morning and i feel inspired motivated that i should never hesitate to do what is right.

David Smalling September 28, 2010 at 5:55 PM Sarah, this reminds me so of the classical pastorals ... your love for nature shines.

Lynette Chachere September 28, 2010 at 4:16 PM the sun rises, the leaves blow, the sun burns, the snow falls! ~Always&Forever Lynette

Carol Sunshine Brown September 28, 2010 at 10:43 AM Enjoyed reading your fantastic poetry today Sara. Have a wonderful day. Love, Carol

Faleshia Murphy September 28, 2010 at 10:33 AM very nice write enjoyed always enjoy reading your poetry and thanks for all your kind comments faleshia

Carolyn Devonshire September 28, 2010 at 8:20 AM Indeed, the seasons are ever changing and the sun never ceases to rise, though it sets earlier in the winter, Sara. I like the way you described how the "Son," our Lord, triggers the awakening of spring. Lovely poem, Sara. Best wishes, Carolyn

Constance La France September 28, 2010 at 7:35 AM aah the seasons, each a gift from God, each beautiful in their own way, you captured this beauty so well ~~

Wilma Neels September 28, 2010 at 6:36 AM Sara, thanks for the heads up! I did notice the last stanza but only after I read it again and I could not go back and edit my comment.. Would be awesome that day when the Master calls those that belongs to Him.. Thank you for your kind comments today as well.. Hope your Tuesday will be a blessed one ;)

Wilma Neels September 28, 2010 at 6:11 AM Sara, you have some stunning images in your write on the different seasons.. Beautiful :) Wilma

Dr.Ram Mehta September 28, 2010 at 5:45 AM What a fine write on the transitions of the different seasons with nice images, Sara

Michael J. Falotico September 28, 2010 at 5:05 AM Wondeful Sara, each verse a new story, excellent....luv Michael