In the fresh, cool air of the morning,
Becky and I walk by the lake with Barley and Comet.
Passing under the bridge, we laugh as our feet sink into the wet dark sand.
The dogs swim and race at the water's edge, a picture of joy.
Gourds grow on the shore, and we gather a few,
then watch monarchs working a patch of wildflowers.
Facing an incline, Becky quickens her steps and Barley follows.
At the top, Becky raises her hands, a gesture thanking God for all of it -
dogs, flowers, friends, water, sand and sky -
gracious gifts from the Giver of Life.
then watch monarchs working a patch of wildflowers.
Facing an incline, Becky quickens her steps and Barley follows.
At the top, Becky raises her hands, a gesture thanking God for all of it -
dogs, flowers, friends, water, sand and sky -
gracious gifts from the Giver of Life.
