Ballad of the The Lone Fir

When it was young,
it was surrounded
By many tall firs;
sap pulsed unbounded.
Then they were felled,
it only was left.
Alone on a hillside,
of shelter bereft.
Standing in storm,
though wind did pound,
It stood up for the memory
of the forest cut down.
Because the memory was strong,
so was the tree.
And the old forest's strength
you can still see.
For it lives to this day,
in the old Lone Fir tree.

-Adele Clark

Creation Day

Another beautiful day here at the place we affectionately call Godsend.
Thanks for yet another day to worship and praise you King Jesus!