skating away
her golden hair
floats silently behind her
she laughs
as she twirls
losing a glove
then sweeping it up
in
   one
      smooth
         motion
the operatic scrape
of her skates
fills the air
as the mesmerizing
dance of her routine
keeps us fascinated  

she's 10 years old
her worries are few
and her love of life
is still unadulterated
pure and
simple

she does an ice waltz
keeping everyone around her
in awe
while her mind is set
to fun.

There many more gifted Writers then myself here on the earth.
So I know the truth, that  I am a ok writer whom allow Christ.
To write poetry that is Great through me, not entirely me whom writes.
For he wants to use us all through our writing to bless others here.
For he will always add to a offering in his name to bless our gifts.
To reveal himself to everyone else through each of our gifts here.
When we give the gift to him and deciated it to him here as well.
For there are by more ways to give to God then just our money.
For its far better to look beyond our-self to want others healed.

Cold , clear water from that hand dug well could break a spell of thirst
faster than a July thundershower , quick as a swamp rabbit running Camp Creek , swift as a Bobcat scurrying to the top of a Sycamore Tree ...
Cool as a November morning , clear as Dad's list of chores , smooth as a
fresh brushed Quarter Horse , as welcoming as the evening view of home ...