Merry Christmas to All
Hello to everyone. We have had a busy few months; we hope to get our blog all caught up on our life as nomads. We are in Texas parked on Falcon Lake in Zapata. About 50 miles south of Laredo. George has been fishing, and catching lots of fish. He hauls home crappie for the freezer and catches and releases the bass.
I keep busy here in our little home. Lots of projects are on the shelf waiting for my attention. My first love has become writing and I spend a lot of time at the computer, sometimes staring at it, a lot of time researching stuff. I spent a whole day trying to figure out if there was a highway through the Cascade Mountains back in 1910 for a story I am writing. You know, ya gotta get the facts right.
We are parked on the shore of Falcon Lake. Although the water is low, it is still a beautiful place. I love to look at it. Not the old Mississippi but almost as beautiful.
Following is a poem that I recently wrote for an on-line writing club. As Christmas is upon us, I decided to share it with you. I hope that you enjoy it. We wish all of you a blessed Christmas and a grand 2013. We promise to stay in touch, as we have a new adventure on the horizon to talk about.
Papa, a Star
Papa, Papa, is that a star?
Papa, Papa, is this the night?
I'm ready to go. Will Mama go too?
May I take my pet lamb? She's very light
You have told me the story
You have taught me well
A Savior is coming
Old Prophets doth tell
The star is so big
And it hovers so low
I hear voices singing
Papa, Papa I think we should go
Please take me Papa
I wish to go see
Does He know who we are?
Papa, will He really know me?
I know it's not far
We must follow the star's ray
We're not lost Papa
The star's showing the way
Papa, please lift me up high
I want to see what you see
Oh Papa! Oh Papa!
It's a tiny baby
The great star, Papa
Look at it now
They are angels, oh look
Before Him, they bow
Papa kneel with me now
Please kneel, all of us
For there is our Savior
Baby Jesus
I want to give Him a gift
Papa what shall it be?
Something pure and soft
My baby lamb, with love, from me
by Kathleen M. Brosius
