Winter Morning

From Lamentations 3:22-23:  “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”


Photo by Kaique Rocha on

Waking on an early morn

Winter’s darkness invites

Kitchen wood stove warms

Hot coffee always delights


Opening the family Bible

Reading God’s Holy Word

Feeling ever close to Him

God’s peace, gladly heard


Morning light, brings a smile

Caressing sunshine’s charm

Anxiously awaiting the day

Jesus protects all from harm


Sun disappears behind clouds

Transmitting a wintry scene

No need to go anywhere today

Playing for retirement’s team


Days are short, nights long

Thoughts of spring, far away

Feeling at peace, but alone

Who visits on this snowy day?


Peeking out the window again

In the distance, twin headlights

Daughter’s family, safely arrives

Making this day, absolute delight

man taking photo in front of vehicle

Photo by Louis on


Humbling Conversation

shallow focus photo of man

Photo by Steshka Willems on

The other day, grandpa had a conversation with his very confident (and all knowing) six-year old grandson.  Let’s drop in on the conversation for a moment or two.

Grandpa states, “Does your television wake up each morning at 6:00 with a color bar display on the screen?”

His grandson replies, “Nope.  Remember Grandpa, I am not as old as you.  Besides, didn’t you only watch shows on black and white TVs?”

Grandpa proudly recalls the American space program and tells his young protégé, “I was there in 1969 watching Neil Armstrong walk on the moon.”

His eager grandson answers back, “I really don’t think you were on the moon with Neil Armstrong because Buzz Aldrin was there instead.  You know, landing on the moon isn’t such a big deal.  I plan to visit Mars.”

Grandpa pauses for a moment, thinking to himself . . . This young fella has an answer for everything!

Grandpa wanders over to his desk and pulls out a miniature plastic card.  He holds up the 3.5-inch floppy disk and tells his grandson, “We used to save our computer data on disks such as this.  Pretty amazing, don’t you think?”

His grandson eagerly says, “Wow Grandpa!  Now we store information on a cloud.”


Photo by Pixabay on

His grandson pipes up and asks, “Grandpa, do you have anything else you want to share with me before I go?”

“Why sure!”  Grandpa says with a grin.  “I remember when the Ford Mustang came out in 1964.  It was the hottest and fastest ride.”

“Sounds amazing, but I am looking forward to owning and driving a Corvette when I am a whole lot older.  It leaves the Mustang in the dust.”  His smiling grandson adds with a cute, little smile (with two missing front teeth).

Grandpa scratches his head, and then he laments with a heavy heart, “I’ve been a Cleveland Browns football fan for all of my life.  You should have seen them play back in the 60s.”

His football prognosticator grandson quickly answers back, “Yup, and you’re still waiting for them to play in their first Super Bowl.  Go Steelers!”

“I have an old bicycle sitting in the garage.  Perhaps we can go for a bike ride this weekend.”  Grandpa sighs (he is nearly exhausted).

“Why sure Grandpa.  But, do you think your old three-speed bike can keep up with my brand new 15-speed?”  The first-grader replies, with a wink.

Later in the day, Grandpa is sitting in his reliable, comfortable rocking chair in the living room.  He ponders a thought . . . I don’t know what I am going to do when my grandson becomes a fifth grader.  I’ll never be as smart as a fifth grader!


Photo by Pixabay on

Monday Memories: Thanksgiving Memories

Today’s memory goes back to November, 2019.  Remembering past Thanksgiving gatherings with family long ago, creates images to last a lifetime in this updated poem.

photo of pumpkins

Photo by Pixabay on

Remembering annual family gatherings from years past

Enjoying special, blessed times which will last and last


Filling Grandma’s packed house with people from near and far

Seeing aunts, uncles, and cousins—as numerous as the stars


Feeling the crisp, autumn air—possibly snow on the ground

Arriving with abundant food and family love to pass around


Pitching in, many helping hands prepare the meal

Eating together on Thanksgiving is a very big deal


Catching up on life from several corners of the state

Thanking the Lord that all arrived safely on this date


Listening to exciting conversation that fills the tiny house

Disappearing from a kitchen corner, a frightened mouse!


Preparing so many favorite and delicious treats

Tasting each will make today an awesome feast


Setting up Grandma’s sizable dining room table with care

Deciding where each family member will sit, here or there


Providing for extra places to eat in the living room

Anticipating that all of us will be eating very soon


Smelling the huge turkey roasting in the oven until finally done

Carving this bird and splitting the wishbone, most delicious fun


Pleasing everyone’s taste buds, with a gathering of yummy dishes

Adding stuffing, mashed potatoes, and yams to everyone’s wishes


Saving room for a sweet symphony of delicious pies

Savoring a slice of pumpkin or many others—Oh my!


Exchanging stories, playing cards, and watching football

Realizing too soon that the time says, “Goodnight to all”


Departing for home, before everyone’s bedtime arrives

Blessing our family time, this thanksgiving feels so alive


Smiling from her large window, Grandma feels so much love

Looking forward to experiencing peace, from the Lord above





To Be a Child

blue jeans

Photo by VisionPic .net on

Life staying simple each day

Small children learning, God’s way


Like a skilled potter’s clay

Growing up in amazing ways


Lives filling with unique freshness

Creating moments of tender newness


Parents providing support and love

Following God’s example, from above


God watching His only Son

Caring for His little One


Pure gentleness touching with kindness

Lighting the way with fondness


Each moment charging with adventure

Experiencing delightful walks with nature


Little things appearing awfully big

Playing, sandbox shovels seriously dig


Miniature cars creating a parade

Playing with confidence, never afraid


Small puzzles offering a challenge

Showing off a newfound talent


Pictures take-off, ready to fly

Finding a favorite book nearby


Caring sister, like none other

Loving Bubba, her big brother


Baby starting out, lovingly cute

Playing music, like a flute


A toddler replacing the baby

Bringing out endless energy, daily


Parents watching with loving smiles

Thankful for every precious mile

child playing sand with shovel and truck toy

Photo by Markus Spiske on




Monday Memories: Grandpa’s Front Porch

Here is another poem from the past, published back in November, 2018.  It recalls a time long ago of rich family memories.

2018 November Moyer's Front Porch 001.JPG

Recalling an amazing moment many years ago

Looking forward to seeing Grandpa—let’s go!


Sitting on his front porch for endless times

Allowing a special grandson to feel so fine


Bouncing on Grandpa’s knee was such fun

Laughing and giggling until there was none


Seeing Grandpa’s old, rustic rocking chair

Bringing back memories of us being a pair


Enjoying another warm, yet peaceful summer night

Listening to Grandpa’s stories, full of fun and fright


Watching the fireflies dancing above the tall, green grass

Hearing through the screen door, radio shows long past


Observing neighbors walking down an endless sidewalk

Pausing to spend a magic moment with us while we talk


Tasting Grandma’s freshly baked, sweet treats

Arousing taste buds and sweet tooth to meet


Spending time together for an hour or maybe two

Witnessing life from a porch presents quite a view


Sitting in the proud and mature rocking chair once more

Observing the years have been generous and restored


Smiling now as the porch hasn’t changed too much

Adding a new floor with fresh paint as a final touch


Recalling Grandpa on this comforting porch

Carrying on for him, with a brightly lit torch


Passing on an ageless and honored family tradition

Listening again to Grandpa’s most favorite renditions


Filling childish lives with memories of nurturing love

Lifting thoughts upward to Grandpa in heaven above



Lost in the Woods, Chapter 3

Here is the final chapter in this three-part story.  In case you missed the first two chapters of “Lost in the Woods,” here are the links to them.

2019 September 16 Woods and Ridge 0251

The shadows of the early evening begin to change the look and feel of the woods.  Grandpa Ted has been making steady progress towards the cabin.  He expects to reach it in about an hour.

Without warning, his right foot fails to notice a big hole hidden in the grass.  Down goes Ted in pain and agony!

His ankle feels like it is broken, but he assumes it is more likely sprained.  Standing up very gingerly and a bit off balance, he tests the injured ankle.  It hurts like a son-of-a-gun, but he pushes onward.  Not even an injured leg will keep him from finding Pete and Willy before dark.

Another night sky arrives, and the brothers are still feeling the ill effects of eating too many huckleberries much too quickly.  Willy asks his older brother, “What are we going to do?”

Pete, feeling just as scared, answers back, “We need to keep believing.  Help is coming.”

As the sun sets and darkness curls around the cabin, the brothers look out the open doorway of the cabin.  From the edge of the clearing, a narrow beam of light comes from the woods.  A shadowy man hobbles towards the boys.  Pete yells out, “It’s Grandpa!”

Pete and Willy run out to meet their Grandpa.  They are smiling and talking so fast that Grandpa can barely say a word.  Finally, the reunion settles down, and the grandsons realize their Grandpa Ted is injured.  They take care of him the best they can.

With Grandpa’s help, the boys start a small fire in the fireplace.  They find the food in Grandpa’s backpack, and everyone enjoys a feast of cold beans with fire-grilled Spam from a can.  “The best feast ever!” both grandsons admit at the same time.

The brothers and their Grandpa settle in for a night of sleep in the cabin.  By dawn, all are awake and eager to begin the journey home.  Grandpa’s ankle is badly swollen.  Willy finds a longer, sturdy tree branch—just the perfect tool—for Grandpa to use as a crutch.  Pete will carry the now much lighter backpack.  Together, the grandsons will make sure their Grandpa Ted makes it back home, too.

Following Grandpa’s internal compass, the trio makes steady, yet slow progress in their morning walk towards home.  The love of each for the other will insure all make it back safely.  God has indeed been watching over all three of them.

They finally arrive at home, and Mom and Dad are overjoyed to see their two sons.  Everyone is exhausted and in need of some much needed warm food, a shower, and some rest.

The time is 11:52.  Grandpa Ted promised to have the boys home back by Noon, and he is good to his word.

At last report, Grandpa is mending at home for several weeks.  The badly swollen ankle is indeed broken!


Photo by Kat Jayne on

Lost in the Woods, Chapter 2

This is the second chapter of a three-part story.  If you missed the first chapter, follow this link to catch up on the story:  Lost in the Woods, Chapter 1.

2019 September 16 Woods and Ridge 0251

With daylight growing shorter, Grandpa Ted gathers a few necessary supplies for his rescue mission.  He quickly and efficiently fills a medium-size backpack with water, food, matches, first-aid supplies, and a flashlight.

As he departs, Ted tells his daughter, “We’ll be back by Noon tomorrow.”  She and her husband hope so, yet they feel plenty of apprehension running through their already frail emotions.

Unaware about Grandpa being on his way, Pete and Willy are growing restless.  Having no food or water, the brothers decide to venture out from the cabin—but not too far.  As they search for anything to quench their thirsts or fill their empty stomachs, the boys cannot help but think of their dire situation.

With his intimate knowledge of the woods, Grandpa Ted hopes his grandsons have found the old cabin.  He knows it will provide them with basic shelter as well as a safe refuge.

Moving as quickly as his ancient legs can walk, Ted soon realizes he will need to pace himself.  His 63-year old body begins to remind him that he is no longer a young man.

The brothers discover a creek during their search, and they bury their faces in the cool water for several long drinks.  Up ahead along the creek, Pete spots some bushes which are loaded with wild huckleberries.

The boys plunge into the bushes as their hunger screams for more and more huckleberries.  Eating too quickly, they consume far more berries than their stomachs can safely digest.  Feeling sick, the brothers finally make it back to the safety of the cabin—looking pale and ready to drop.

Image result for wild huckleberries in montana

Photo courtesy of The Evergreen State College in Olympia, Washington.

Stay tuned for the final chapter.  Be prepared for a few twists in the action as Grandpa Ted and his grandsons hope to be reunited.