It’s all our family together.

It’s rocking in my chair.

It’s writing a poem under a tree.

It’s a letter from my grand daughter

It’s strawberry ice cream

It’s watching clouds prepare a shower.

It’s a fantastic dream.

It’s listening to the music I love.

It’s swinging on a swing.

It’s hearing the cooing of a dove.

It’s Christmas come again.

It’s watching the birds in the bird bath.

It’s seeing a deer along the path.

It’s Spring awakening

It’s my cat on the chair beside me.

It’s rainbows after rain.

It’s flying the flag on the land that’s free.

It’s riding on a train.

It’s the whip-poor-will’s impatient song.

It’s when the roses bloom,

It’s reading poetry all day long.

It’s when there’s a full moon.

It’s my husband’s kiss in the morning.

It’s starting a new day.

It’s wood smoke from the camp fire , smoking.

It’s company on the way.

It’s hearing they got all the cancer.

It’s everyone so kind.

It’s thanking God for prayers answered.

It’s having peace of mind.

C. J. H.

1984