Our beautiful treasure is here!
September 26, 2012
6lbs, 11.8 oz
We all love her so.
God is so gracious to us!
I remember how we stoodIn the field, while far awayBlue hazes drifted on from hill to hillAnd curled like smoke from many a sunset wood,And the loaded wagon creaked while standing still...I heard my father say,"The last corn shock can stay."We had seen a pheasant thereIn the sun; he went insideAs if he claimed the shock, as if he meantTo show us, with the field so nearly bare,We had no right to take his rustic tent.And so we circled wideFor home, and let him hide.The first wild ducks flashed byWhere the pasture brook could holdThe sunset at the curve, and drifting flossEscaped the wind and clung. The shocks were dryAnd rustled on the wagon. Far acrossThe field, against the cold,The last shock turned to gold.~Glenn Ward Dresbach