Once, long ago, in a time far far away from now, a mommy and daddy lived with their three young children.
The mommy and daddy were teachers in their young children's class at church. This meant that the mommy tried out a lot of crafts on her offspring.One particular publisher of children's material had a great fondness for birdseed. In that time long ago, it seemed that each week birdseed was required in the lesson plan. So, very regularly, the mommy and children rolled peanut butter onto pinecones and then rolled those in birdseed. The daddy went to the deli to buy plastic containers to make bird feeders. Holes were cut in milk jugs by the daddy and decorated to attract the birds to the seeds that would be scattered underneath. That class of long ago gave birdseed and some sort of container for every holiday imaginable.
So, it was no wonder that one day, in that time far far away from now, the mommy heard her very young daughter belt out the song "I Cast All My Cares Upon You". Although in her version, instead of burdens, she sang with gusto:
"I cast all my cares upon You
I lay all of my birdseed, down at Your feet!"
Somedays the mommy and daddy miss that time far far away from now. So, they pick a good day, and journey there...
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Fun times!
I guess that going to seed isn't all bad then.
The Empty Nest
There in a high branch of a proud old tree,
Lay a nest of babies which no one could see.
Beside the nest, stood Mother, with loving heart,
And Father looking on, guarding as from the start.
babies were young and filled with delight,
The ways of the world were beyond their sight.
They were wanting to try their wings of gold,
And enter the new world, ever so bold.
Their parents were hesitant, all so knowing,
Their babies had not finished growing.
But knowing they needed that freedom,
Were willing to let the babies leave them.
The first little bird, so eager his wings,
Thoughts of the new world, losing his strings,
He jumped on the side of the nest so fast,
And flew into the air, was free at last.
The next little bird, so timid, so shy,
He wanted to go but not a good-bye,
He timidly went to the side of the nest,
And flew to the next branch, then passed his test.
The last little bird, the last of the three,
Looked round at her parents, then forward to see,
The new world was opened for her to reach,
By trying her wings, trying what they did teach.
The wind got under the wings of the last,
And she flew through the air, into the world so vast,
Leaving the only home that she had known,
To go into world, the breaking of dawn.
The parents looked on as all of the three,
Found love and happiness and family.
They were proud of the choices that were made,
But their love for their babies never did fade.
The empty nest will always be there,
But visited with love and care,
The empty nest will be a guiding light,
A home for hope and stars so bright. _D. O'Briant
saw this poem and thought of you, Judy------
love ya. Suzi (your chicken farm cousin)
Suzi! I must ask you, do you remember the chicken story the same way?
Thanks for stopping by my blog. Doug told me you had found the chicken feet story. I was hoping you would post!
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