"Thankfulness" - A winter short story and poem
Short Stories by Other Authors
- A Christmas Hallelujah
This is based on a true story of a man I knew, an architect of fame, wealth and stature.
- Short Story. Waiting for the Bus. Christmas Time. A Santa Story.
Short story for Christmas. The sky was a uniform shade of grey that could only mean that it was going to snow later that afternoon...
I trudged through new snow up to my knees,
And said to the sun, “Warm up if you please.
I haven’t the money for warm pants or shoes,
So snow in the forecast is just not good news.
I have cows to milk and chickens to feed,
My hands are cold and I am low on seed.
So, if you would warm up this old place,
It would put a smile on my face.”
I continued to tromp through snow to my knees,
As my ankles and toes began to freeze.
“Oh, darned bitter cold,
This winter season gets rather old.
I’ve got little mouths to feed
My ears are cold and I need to save seed.
You see harvest comes every year,
And I need enough to sow, I fear.”
I came to a halt, with snow to my knees,
I met my destination; a patch of old trees.
“O axe in my hand, I hope you aren’t dull,
These trees are large and heavy to pull.
In my house are many small feet,
So I need this wood for heat.
So I’ll swing and I’ll chop,
Until these oaks drop.”
The stress of this day,
Nearly wore me away.
But as I opened my door,
All my burdens fell to the floor.
I saw my kids and my wife,
And I felt full of new life.
“I love you my dear”
My love said with great cheer.
“I have a family to care for
And my body is sore.
The days are getting short
And yet a farm to support.
My boys are growing
And it is still snowing…”
But, as I sat in my chair to rest,
I thought to myself, “this life is the best.”
“I have a family I love
And a Father above.
To the world I am poor,
But I know I have more
Than those who have money,
But are without a “honey”;
So I am glad for this life
No matter how hard the strife.”
At my bed on my knees,
I felt as full as I pleased.
“Thank you for your grace,
That fills this sweet place.
You know what I need,
And you planted the seed.
You filled me with the Dove,
And taught me how to love.”
In the morning the snow was to my knees from the start,
But something was different, I had warmth in my heart.
I had strength to go on,
And a cause to hold strong.
Never again a reason,
To regret the season,
That the Lord had placed before me.
Copyright apstumbo - All rights reserved - Please do not replicate without permission (I'm happy to give permission, just run it by me please!)
More by this Author
Oregon is a place of beauty both natural and cultural. Having lived there for several years I tasted, smelled, saw and experienced many of the best places in Oregon. I have chosen to share these experiences with you!
An Indoor Garden is something many would like to do, but don't have the time or money. Grow lights can be expensive and a lot of work to set up. This hub looks at cheap, effective and easy ways to garden without grow...
A captivating and understanding look into one of the most essential organs of the human body. In the few minutes it takes you to read this, your body will have pumped 15 liters of blood, that is almost all of your blood...