The old Mill

The old Mill
Oak Ridge, North Carolina

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Greensboro, North Carolina, United States
Proud Grandparents of eleven and growing - from California to Florida

Monday, February 14, 2022

Once Again

 My rhyme is true, there is no doubt

My love for you makes Heaven shout

I long to kiss and hold you tight

Just one more glimpse of you in sight

Just one more squeeze  of your sweet hand

Will lead me to that promised land

If parting is such sweet sorrow

Then what bliss awaits the morrow

When once again we are united

On Heaven's shore, where we're invited.

Written by David L Warbritton in February 2022 and no reprints without permission.










Friday, January 21, 2022

Ode to the Robin

 


We see you in Spring and sometimes in Winter

Others see you in Autumn and Summer 

You light up the yard when you come into sight

But it's not like a butterfly or even a hummer'


Your presence is known by your size and your color

Your rusty red breast is your heralded fame

Charcoal black upon your back and white rings 'round your eyes

Make you easy to know and call out your name


But what makes you special and fun to be 'round

Is watching you scratch and dig and churn

As you toss aside those twigs and such

To get to your prize, a fat juicy worm


We'll miss your beauty when you are gone

But others will see you in their delight

And we'll wait right here until you return

Until you are back in our yard, in full sight.


Written by David Warbritton January, 2022

















































Saturday, January 8, 2022

Easy For Anyone To Say

 It's easy for anyone to say

"She's not here, she went away"

To a better place we know for sure

A place where pain, she'll not endure.


But hard for those who loved and lost,

Whose dreams and plans are ever tossed,

Hard to say "goodbye" forever

To one whose love did fail you never


Easy it is to say, "It will all be okay,

You'll see her soon another day"

Easy it is to be a friend

To hug and comfort without end.


But hard it is,  to finish the journey

Without the one who made it worthy

Hard it is, to live each day with purpose

Without her hand in yours, to stay your course.


I think of her today and every day,

I tell her of my love in every way

My life and love will never stray

But it's oh, so hard, for me to say.


I can see her footprints in the sand,

I can feel her reach to grasp my hand

Her marks are etched upon my heart

So hard to leave and ever part


Hard it is to know what's right

To find your way without your light

 But it's easy for anyone to say

"She's not here, she went away"









Saturday, December 25, 2021

Mary Did You Know

 Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy, Would one day walk on water? Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy, Would save our sons and daughters? Did you know that your Baby Boy, Has come to make you new; This Child that you delivered, Will soon deliver you.


Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy, Will give sight to a blind man? Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy, Will calm the storm with His hand? Did you know that your Baby Boy, Has walked where Angels trod? When you kiss your Little Baby, You kiss the Face of God!


Oh, Mary, did you know? Oh, Mary, did you know? The blind will see, the deaf will hear, The dead will live again. The lame will leap, the dumb will speak, The praises of the lamb! Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy, Is Lord of all creation? 

Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy, Will one day rule the nations? Did you know that your Baby Boy, Is Heaven's Perfect Lamb? This sleeping Child you're holding, Is the Great I Am! 















Wednesday, December 8, 2021

Hear the voice of my beloved




Copy and paste the link below to hear Cynthia Clawson sing this beautiful song.


https://www.godtube.com/watch/?v=WLZLKPNX


Saturday, December 4, 2021

My Dog Buddy

There once was a dog named Buddy

Whose feet were too oft' muddy

He would go to the yard and scare off a bird

What a dog, what a friend, what a nerd

On a warm autumn day, he soaks up the sun

And dreams of the chipmunks that he has made run

With the leaves  piled high all over the place

 He flops in their midst  and stares into space

His hair is short and his coat is thin

So he lies in the leaves and props on his chin

I don't know where my life would be

Without my friend, my dog, my bud-dy