The Farmer…

This was on Facebook. I thought it would be nice to read for a change of pace. The poem says it all. Unfortunately most people never think about the farmer, be it a food farmer or a dairy farmer, meat farmer(beef, pork, chickens, or any other animal we get food from). Without the farmers we wouldn’t be able to eat because there would be nothing to eat.


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They ran to the groceries, they filled up their carts,
They emptied the Tops and Price Chopper and Walmart,
They panicked and fought and then panicked some more,
Then they rushed to their homes and they locked all the doors.
The food will be gone! The milk eggs and cheese!
The yogurt! The apples! The green beans and peas!
The stores have run out, now what will we do?
They’ll be starving and looting and nothing to do!
Then they paused, and they listened a moment or two.
And they did hear a sound, rising over the fear,
It started out far, then began to grow near.But this sound wasn’t sad, nor was it new,
The farms were still doing what farms always do.The food was still coming, though they’d emptied the shelves,
The farms kept it coming, though they struggled themselves,

Though the cities had forgotten from where their food came,
The farms made them food every day, just the same.
Through weather and critics and markets that fall,
The farms kept on farming in spite of it all.

They farmed without thank yous.
They farmed without praise.
They farmed on the hottest and coldest of days.

They’d bought all the food, yet the next day came more,
And the people thought of something they hadn’t before.
Maybe food, they thought, doesn’t come from a store.
Maybe farmers, perhaps, mean a little bit more.

*Borrowed from a fellow farmer *


The Rain

This is from Facebook. Seeing this picture, I am reminded of a poem. I think it’s name is “What God Hath Promised”. I looked it up on Google and copied it below the picture.

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Submitted By: Lita Pretty

God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.

God hath not promised we shall not know
Toil and temptation, trouble and woe;
He hath not told us we shall not bear
many a burden, many a care.

God hath not promised smooth roads and wide,
Swift, easy travel, needing no guide;
Never a mountain rocky and steep,
Never a river turbid and deep

But God hath promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labor, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing sympathy, undying love

Author: Annie Johnson Flint


Faith Doesn’t – From Kelly’s Tree House

I got this poem from Facebook. There are two names on it.”Ladybug Healing at 7:52 AM” and Kelly’s Tree House. It really gives you something to think about.

Faith Doesn’t

     Faith doesn’t always

take you out of the problem,

Faith takes you

through the problem

Faith doesn’t always

take away the pain,

Faith gives you the ability

to handle the pain.

Faith doesn’t always

take you out

of the storm, Faith calms

you in the midst

of the storm.


  This poem says so much in just a little bit of space and with not even

one hundred words. People always talk about a picture being worth a

thousand words, but this poem is worth more than that. Did you get chills

when you read it? I sure did.

I just hope that it spoke to you as much as it spoke to me. I am a very

sensitive person, and there are many times when different things have

spoken to me in different ways. I think this one spoke to me so loudly

because of everything that the whole world is going through right now.

It’s not just the United States of America.

My hope is that by sharing it with you, you may have some peace of

mind about things that we can’t control.

About the only thing that we can do is to obey the quarantine that

the government has imposed on us. I have read so many stories

about funerals, birthday parties, and even Church services where

many people have congregated against the mandates of the quarantine.

The end result in all of them has been many deaths and some survivors,

and only one to five survivors and the rest of the people that attended

the function, died within a few hours to a week.

From what I gather with the news, we may be in the downward slope of

this wicked disease. It seems like more people are being discharged

than before, and not as many victims are being admitted as before.

I hope and pray that the articles I have read and the news I have

heard are all correct. There has not been anything this bad in my

lifetime. With me being in the older generation during this pandemic,

I am very afraid. However, I have seen articles where infants as

young as three days old, and six months old have been stricken

with it. But at the beginning the news said infants less than one

year old should have good immune systems because of their


I have been from the start, and will be until the end of this pandemic,

felt so sorry for the family members that have not even been

able to tell their loved ones “Goodbye.” and/or that they were loved

so much and would be greatly missed when they passed away.

I’m going to stop here and keep praying for the Love of God to

hold me in the palms of His hands. I know once I pray that

prayer, and God has me in His palms, that nobody and nothing

can pluck me out of them.








You Need To Set High Goals For Yourself

There is a poem that I heard years ago. For whatever reason, the poem has intrigued me every time that I have thought about it. The poem has helped me through things that not many people have thought that I could do.

The title of this blog is an excerpt from the introduction to the poem. The full introduction is, “Be positive, set high goals for yourself and expect the same of others.”

The title of the poem is, “It Couldn’t Be Done”, the Author is Edgar A. Guest. I have copied the poem below.

       It Couldn’t Be Done

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
      But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
      Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
      On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
      That couldn’t be done, and he did it!
Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
      At least no one ever has done it;”
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
      And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
      Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
      That couldn’t be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
      There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
      The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
      Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
      That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

There is one other thing that has helped to give me a push. I first heard this song and watched the cartoon when I was four or five years old. It’s the song about the little engine that could. I looked up the lyrics and copied them here. The song was written by Watty Piper in 1930 and was sung by Burl Ives in the cartoon that I saw.

The Little Engine That Could

There was a little railroad train with loads and loads of toys
All starting out to find a home with little girls and boys
And as that little railroad train began to chug along
The little engine up in front was heard to sing this song

Choo choo, choo choo, choo choo, choo choo, I feel so good today
Oh, clear the track, oh clickety clack, Ill go my merry way

The little train went roaring on, so fast, it seemed to fly
Until it reached a mountain rising almost to the sky
The little engine moaned and groaned and huffed and puffed away
But halfway to the top it just gave up and seemed to say

I cant go on, I cant go on, Im weary as can be
I cant go on, I cant go on, this job is not for me

The toys got out to push but all in vain alas, alack
And then a great big engine came a whistling down the track
They asked if it would kindly pull them up the mountain side
But with a high and mighty sneer it scornfully replied

Dont bother me, dont bother me to pull the likes of you
Dont bother me, dont bother me, Ive better things to do

The toys all started crying cause that engine was so mean
And then there came another one, the smallest ever seen
But though it seemed that she could hardly pull herself along
She hitched on to the train and as she pulled she sang this song

I think I can, I think I can, I think I have a plan
And I can do ‘most anything if I only think I can

Then up that great big mountain with the cars all full of toys
And soon they reached the waiting arms of happy girls and boy
And though that ends the story it will do you lots of good
To take a lesson from the little engine that could

Just think you can, just think you can, just have that understood
And very soon youll start to say, I always knew I could

I knew I could, I knew I could, I knew I could
I knew I could, I knew I could, I knew I could, I knew I could


Read more: Burl Ives – The Little Engine That Could Lyrics | MetroLyrics

The moral of both instances is to never give up, and always have confidence in yourself. Even if you fail, you learn from the failure what not to do the next time. You need to try, whatever it was that you failed to do, yet another time. And if by chance you fail again, do it over another time. Never, never, never give up.


This also backs up, to a degree, a poem that I wrote many years ago titled “Winners Never Quit And Quitters Never Win”. I have referred to the poem before, and copied it for my readers, but it is one of those things that can be copied every now and then just to refresh my readers memories. I am copying it here again.


Winners never quit and quitters never win,

For if you’re a quitter then you’ve stopped trying and given in.

A fighter never won a fight with delivering a powerful blow.

A runner never won a race by running very slow.

This is how it goes in everyone’s life,

Even in the middle of turmoil and strife.

“When the going gets tough, the tough get going.”

Is a phrase that helps people do a lot of growing.

They say “The best things in life are free.”,

And that “No one ever said the way would be easy.”

There are so many different walks in life,

Here too you have to decide what for you will be right.

If by chance the first one you choose doesn’t work,

Don’t be a quitter but a winner and for another one look.

For you can’t give up if you want to win,

Because winners never quit and quitters never win.


Bonnie Jean

November 11, 1989

This poem won an Honorable Mention March 31, 1991 from the World Of Poetry.



Being An Overcomer

I am an over comer of many different types of abuse, for many years, while growing up.  I have written numerous poems about all sorts of obstacles that people might face from having been abused. Most of the obstacles are ones that I faced because of having been abused by so many different people in my life. There were so many different poems about these issues and obstacles that I actually have a web site where I have posted quite a few of the poems.

One of the poems is titled “If Kids Don’t Tell”. I wrote it back in 1989. I have copied it below.



If “Kids Don’t Tell”, as has often been said,

That means they close up and hold it inside instead.

Then they life an awful life,

Knowing deep within something isn’t right.

They never seem to fit on anybody’s team.

And they grow up having no self esteem.

For theirs is a life of confusion and pain,

And how from this, can any self-worth be gained.

So they go on like this for many many years,

Always only having heartaches and fears.

And when finally what’s inside, like a volcano does erupt,

This adult/child’s world suddenly turns bottoms up.

So to heartaches and fears gets added shame,

And an even different kind of pain.

There is no way to tell or convince these people that they have any worth,

For with the volcano of memories came a feeling of being dirtier than dirt.

They go through sleepless nights from the nightmares and dreams.

Life keeps getting harder and harder as they feel they’re parting at the seams.

It’s hard to hear what people say without bursting into tears,

To feel that inner rage and not be overcome by fears.

To think that these people have gone through years of a living hell,

Just because it was true, that in many cases “Kids Don’t Tell”.

Bonnie Jean

One Whose Been There

September 23, 1989


When I wrote the poem, I was going through one of the worst times in my life. The volcano of memories, that I had buried for 20 years, had just erupted. For all intents and purposes, I just shut down. My life consisted of being in the hospital for two weeks at a time, every two to three months, to work on all of the memories.

One of my abusers was a mental health nurse, that worked with the Public Health Department where I lived. I had been taken away from my family because of an abusive step-father. I could not return to them after that. I went to live with the nurse as a live-in-babysitter for her two little girls. I had barely been there two and a half months when she started sexually abusing me too. I went into shock. She was scared that I had died and kept telling me to breathe, blink my eyes, sneeze, just do something to let her know that I was still alive. She promised me that if I would just let her know that I was alive, that she would not “get” me ever again. After what seemed an eternity, I did finally breathe. It was barely two months later when she “got” me again.

At that time, I asked her what she would do if I told on her. She told me that since I was a mental health patient and she was a mental health nurse, all she had to do was to deny it and everybody would believe her over me any day of the week. She went on to say too that I would be committed for the rest of my life if I told on her. Then she warned me not to tell on her by saying, “So if I was you, I wouldn’t try it.” I didn’t tell. I did a total about face turn around, and made her out to be a saint.

I moved out of state when I got married. It was twenty years after the nurse first “got” me when someone started working where I worked that could have been her twin. After three weeks of seeing her everyday, I couldn’t take it anymore. I attempted suicide. So far as I was concerned it would be better for me to be dead than to be committed for the rest of my life. I ended up in coronary intensive care for four days and the final result was an irregular heart beat. The doctors told me that I was very lucky to have survived the attempt.

That was when the two week admissions to the behavioral health center for two weeks every two to three months started. I was put on short term disability at work for six months, and then put on long term disability after the six months was up. The long term disability lasted for four years.

During the time that I was on long term disability, I ended up with asthma, bronchitis, and mico-plasm pneumonia, all at the same time. I was visiting my family at the time. I had to stay an additional two weeks. That was in March and April of 1990, during Easter of that year. When I was allowed to return home, I was being rushed to the hospital every 7 to 10 days with asthma attacks so bad that I couldn’t breathe.

Besides my full-time permanent job, I also had a permanent part-time job. I was working from 60 to 70 hours a week. There was one week that I actually worked a total of 100 hours. Needless to say, you can’t work being rushed to the hospital every 7 to 10 days. On June 9, 1990 I lost both of my jobs. My whole world seemed like it was crumbling in on me. But I persevered. I was an “overcomer”.

A while back I heard the lyrics to a song titled “OVERCOMER” written by MANDISA, and I actually had chills up and down my spine. It was because of all of the trials and tribulations  that I have been through, that the song touched me so immensely. When I first heard it, I knew that some time or another, and some way or another, I had to use it in one of my posts on this web site. Obviously, now is the time. I hope it makes others feel as strong, for having made it through unimaginable trials and tribulations, as what it made me feel.


MANDISA LYRICS for Overcomer

Staring at a stop sign
Watching people drive by
T Mac on the radio
Got so much on your mind
Nothing’s really going right
Looking for a ray of hope

Whatever it is you may be going through
I know He’s not gonna let it get the best of you

You’re an overcomer
Stay in the fight ‘til the final round
You’re not going under
‘Cause God is holding you right now
You might be down for a moment
Feeling like it’s hopeless
That’s when He reminds You
That you’re an overcomer
You’re an overcomer

Everybody’s been down
Hit the bottom, hit the ground
Ooh, you’re not alone
Just take a breath, don’t forget
Hang on to His promises
He wants You to know


The same Man, the Great I am
The one who overcame death
He’s living inside of You
So just hold tight, fix your eyes
On the one who holds your life
There’s nothing He can’t do
He’s telling you

(Take a breath, don’t forget
Hang on to His promises)


You’re an overcomer
You’re an overcomer
You’re an overcomer

So don’t quit, don’t give in, you’re an overcomer
Don’t quit, don’t give in, you’re an overcomer
Don’t quit, don’t give in, you’re an overcomer
You’re an overcomer


Thanks to Kat for adding these lyrics.
Thanks to Kaylie Cross, Anonymous Christian for correcting these lyrics.

Writer(s): David Arthur Garcia
Copyright: D Soul Music, Universal Music – Brentwood Benson Publ. 

A Letter From heaven

This poem that was on Kelly Bagnasco’s post is great. I really like it. Hopefully some of you will be touched by it also.

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This idea was on Facebook. I copied it from there.

Sharing again, in anticipation of possibly seeing two of these for Christmas!!!!!

These aren't just five snowmen
As anyone can see.
I made them with my hand
Which is a part of me.
Each year when you trim the tree
You will look back and recall
Christmas of [year]
When my hand was just this small.
Easy Directions: Use a sponge brush to apply acrylic paint to your child's hand. (No worries, it will wash off easily with soap & water). Then, keeping fingers spread, put handprint on ornament. It's ok if the paint smudges a bit. That will help form the curves for the snowman. Once the paint dries, add the hats, eyes, etc with paint or permanent markers. Print the poem and tie to the ornament with a ribbon.


These aren’t just five snowmen
As anyone can see.
I made them with my hand
Which is a part of me.
Each year when you trim the tree
You will look back and recall
Christmas of [year]
When my hand was just this small.

Easy Directions: Use a sponge brush to apply acrylic paint to your child’s hand. (No worries, it will wash off easily with soap & water). Then, keeping fingers spread, put handprint on ornament. It’s ok if the paint smudges a bit. That will help form the curves for the snowman. Once the paint dries, add the hats, eyes, etc with paint or permanent markers. Print the poem and tie to the ornament with a ribbon.