Before eight o’clock the sun
Was a beautiful crimson ball
Clouds formed around it
Making it spectacular
The waves on the lake were
Four, five, and six feet high
A sight to behold if there was one
In town the five flags of America
Were flying at attention in formation
They all faced the east
An observer standing on Cedar Street
Pointed this out with glee
I congratulated him on being
So observant, but he wasn’t there
His hat flew off and he was chasing it
This fall, autumn season has been
A long beautiful season
The time for killing deer is
Coming to a close and families
And friends gathering for thanksgiving
There is much to be thankful for
Even though many have gone through
A rough period of their lives with
Sickness and the loss of loved ones
Somehow it is part of the Master’s plan
We have free will and can be miserable
With the blaming or happy with thanks
Prayer and action is the answer to
Many of the problems we perceive
We do not have all the answers, but
Can notice when those in charge are
Failing for various reasons
Our job is to take care of our own
Responsibilities and watching out for
Those in need incapable of taking care
Of themselves in a dignified manner
We will need help from those who
Tend to have egos and prefer control
We all have been charged and are accountable
When I go, I hope to see the welcome sign
And here angels sing, “A job well done”.
The sun still rises
Stanski
November 24, 2021 ^
Steve Haarman 