Summer Soon Ends

Summer Soon Ends

By Susan Y Nikitenko

September 2009

Summer is beautiful, arrayed with the Black Eyed Susan,

shimmering, with seas of daisy fields.

It swarms with bees, bugs and butterflies that dance, swirl and spin;

And the cherry trees bring forth their yield.

The delicious smells of picnic cookouts fill the noon day;

Family’s reunions meet in the park.

Wonderful sounds of laughter can be heard from all around;

And the chime of horseshoes until dark.

Playfully children catch the evening hour fireflies;

The crickets cry out with songs of cheer.

One can hear a guitar playing on a neighbor’s front porch;

And the frogs deep croaking by the pier.

Summer soon comes to an end and life starts to fade away ;

The seasons come and the seasons go.

We have health and vitality for only a season;

To work the plow, to water, to grow.

For the season will soon end, health will soon fall away;

Like the colorful leaves in the fall.

So work the ground, be busy planting seed while there is time.

And extend your hand with truth to all.

Live summer, giving your youth to the cause of Christ our King

Your best years spent, your best years given,

In serving , in loving, in worshiping, in honoring;

Because by grace you are forgiven.

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Singing in the Daisies



Singing in the Daisies

Morning sounds all around.

The rooster cries good morn.

The dew a twinkling, on the grass.

A new day now is born.

Happy birds start singing;

Their lovely songs of love.

To our Heavenly Father,

Watching from above.

A prancing deer, seems in a rush;

He runs through nearby trees.

A busy little squirrel “chucks”,

And rustles through green leaves.

I’m walking through my garden;

At peace, I’m so content.

The breath, of it’s refreshment;

I know is heaven sent.

The sun is shining brightly;

It’s resting on my face.

It feels as though, I’m warmly hugged;

In loving arms, embrace.

Walking amongst God’s flowers;

Each a special, painted art.

I’m singing in the daisies;

The song, “How Great Thou Art”.

I lay, so happy, like a child;

Upon a patch of grass.

Watching fluffy clouds go by;

Winds blow and gently pass.

I love the coolness of the grass.

It feels good on my toes.

I pick a pretty flower;

And hold it to my nose.

Creation is a work of love;

A very special gift.

A little heaven, here on earth;

To comfort, speak, and lift.

It makes a heart, start praising;

And praying lips, to sing,

While observing such perfect art;

Created by our God and King.

So take time to smell the roses.

Run cool grass between your toes.

Take the time to praise the Lord.

Forget your world of earthly woes.

Sing amongst the daisies,

Sweet melodies of praise.

Our Lord, has richly blest us

In so many different ways.

By: Susan Y Nikitenko

2/20/09

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