Remember

A mirror on the wall,
a hole in the floor and some boards about to fall.
But this ramshackled building holds more then broken relics,
rotting floors,
theres something more then musty smells and the old grandfather clock in the corner that hasn't been working for years,
an old leather chair sits by the hearth and upon the mantlepiece sits a picture,
its frame cleverly carved by sensitive hands,
its all covered in dust and hasn't been touched for ages.
Beside that picture stands a wooden figure carved so long ago,
and as I take it in my hands and blow the dust that has gathered for so many year.
I still remember.

( This is not written by me...lol....this is written by my older sis. Kinsey. She has a blog( you should check it out..it's listed on our sidebar) And i was looking at her blog this morning and saw this , it was written a while back..... I just LOVED it.....lol and i hope she doesn't mind me putting it here! <3


Lightning Bugs


When I was young I remember thinking that the years would never pass. It felt as if one month lasted forever, and a year was like an eternity. I remember thinking that time would pass so slowly and I would never get to high school, or drive a car, or get a job. I felt as if I was stuck in the here and now forever. But now....it is so different. Now I can't even tell what the here and now is. It's as if I blink and another day has gone by. Months fly by, and with them years just disappear into the past. It's scary. It's like I see everything happening so fast, and I just want to slow it down but I can't. I feel like I'm on a rollercoaster that is speeding out of control, and I have no choice but to stay plastered in my seat with my white knuckles gripping the bar as we fly around the tracks. I'm not sure what causes this change. I remember how slow summer went by during my childhood. We would wake up every morning and plan our day....a few hours in the woods, run through the sprinklers when it was hot, stand barefooted on the scorching rocks in Mama's flower garden, sit lazily on the porch licking a popsicle and playing the car game, find worms for fishing, eat dinner, and then spend the rest of the evening catching lightning bugs in the front yard. I remember falling asleep with the bedroom window open and feeling the damp night breezes blow in through the screen and the sound of crickets ringing through the night. I didn't have a care in the world. Sure I thought about my future. But it seemed so far off that it would never come. And yet, here it is. That future I had been waiting for is here......and it's slipping by fast. I can barely keep up with the days, and before I know it another year has gone by. This summer just started.......and yet it's almost over. To think that this summer is my last summer in college is depressing to say the least. I guess I always think of myself as a kid, and it's hitting me hard that I am supposed to be an adult now. One year of college left, and then what? I just feel like life is passing me by, and I have somehow found myself on the sidelines just watching in disbelief as it races past me. I want to jump on and live it for everything it's worth. But I don't know how anymore. Maybe if I just let everything go and let myself be carried back to how life was ten summers ago.....I could find myself again. I could see that this life is really the same...it's just me that has changed. The days and hours don't pass any faster. There are still 60 seconds in a minute and 365 days in a year. It is my fast paced existence that causes me to lose track of my life. Can I go back? I would give anything to spend this evening on the porch listening to the tree frogs croak and the whipporwill singing. Just to go back to when every minute was cherished and life seemed endless. All I need is a jar, a clear summer night, and lots of lightning bugs.

Mattie Stepanek :)

On Being a Champion




A Champion is a winner,

A hero...

Someone who never gives up

Even when the going gets rough.

A champion is a member of

A winning team...

Someone who overcomes challenges

Even when it requires creative solutions.

A champion is an optimist,

A hopeful spirit...

Someone who plays the game,

Even when the game is called life.

There can be a champion in each of us,

If we live as a winner,

If we live as a member of the team,

If we live with a hopeful spirit,

For Life.
 
-Mattie J. T. Stepanek.
 
" Yall should look him and his poems up....he was a very amazing boy.

One Of my Fav.

THE LOCKLESS DOOR




by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)



T went many years,

But at last came a knock,

And I thought of the door

With no lock to lock.



I blew out the light,

I tip-toed the floor,

And raised both hands

In prayer to the door.



But the knock came again

My window was wide;

I climbed on the sill

And descended outside.



Back over the sill

I bade a “Come in”

To whoever the knock

At the door may have been.



So at a knock

I emptied my cage

To hide in the world

And alter with age.

Robert Frost...

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost


Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village, though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.



He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.
 
 
(Even though it isn't 'snowy' at  my house at the moment( it is sooooo hot outside!!!!) I love this poem....and it is one of my Daddy's favorite too!!!! <3