Sunday, June 7, 2009


The queerest month in all the year
Comes always fourth in line
The reason is, you never know
Just when the sun will sine.
It may be dark and gloomy with clouds as black as night.
Which parting suddenly reveals a patch of bright sunlight.
There may not be a cloud in sight
The sky bluest of blue.
It seems its getting warmer I think
Our cold spell's past, don't you?
Oh yes, let's plant some garden seed
They'll grow now without fail.
But hark! I hear a rumble
A dash of rain, then hail,
And then again the sun shines bright
But b-r-r it's really cold.
I think that old man weather
Is really much too bold.
Sometimes the ground is frozen
Now and then a little snow
But folks, I have a secret
I want you all to know.
I don't know who divided
The year in to twelve parts
But I must say of weathers
They all too soon run short
Mother Earth called each one and placed
Its weather on its lap
Miss April being late that morn was given all the scraps.

by Elizabeth Calkins
January 25, 1933

[Thanks Mom, I loved this one, I remember you reciting it to me as a little girl, although this was written over 2 eyars before I was born.]

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3 Bullets

There once was a man who had nothing for his family to eat. He had an old rifle and three bullets.

So, he decided that he would go out hunting and kill some wild game for dinner.

As he went down the road, he saw a rabbit. He shot at the rabbit and missed it. The rabbit ran away.

Then he saw a squirrel and fired a shot at the squirrel, but missed it. The squirrel disappeared into a hole in a cottonwood treel.

As he went further, he saw a large, wild "Tom" turkey in the tree, but he had only one bullet remaining.

A voice spoke to him and said, "Pray first, aim high, and stay focused."

However, at the same time he saw a deer which was a better kill.

He brought the gun down and aimed at the deer. But, then he saw a rattlesnake between his legs, about to bite him, so he naturally brought the gun down further to shoot the rattlesnake.

Still, the voice said again to him, "I said, 'Pray, Aim high, and Stay focused."

So, the man decided to listen to God's voice.

He prayed, then aimed the gun high up in the tree, and shot the wild turkey.

The bullet bounced off the turkey and killed the deer.

The handle fell off the gun, hit the snake in the head, and killed it. And, when the gun had gone off, it knocked him into a pond.

When he stood up to look around, he had fish in all his pockets, a dead deer, and a turkey for his family to eat.

The snake, (Satan), was dead simply because the man listened to God.

Moral of the story:
Pray first before you do anything, aim and shoot high in your goals, and stay focused on God.

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