Sick of bleedin snow........

It's hard to think of Spring, when we are waist deep in snow.

When in blue blazes is this stuff going to go.?

The Robins have come home, and wonder why they did.

Everything they like to eat is buried and is hid.

The bulbs are straining at the earth and can not make it shift.

That's because it's buried underneath a bloody six foot drift.

They say that it is Springtime according to the date.

But I am here to tell you that Spring is bloody late.

I am sick of dirty piles, of often soggy snow.

It's piled so high that it has nowhere else to go.

Oh to see a blade of lovely green grass,

I am sick to death of white and of slipping on my arse.

Excuse my poem for being rude it's due to cabin fever.

Old man Winter this year has been quite the dang deceiver.

The sun comes out and begins the melt

A promice of Spring that seems heartfelt.

Next time I look it's snowing and after that it's rain.

So next it's ice and freezing wind that freezes up the drain.

The roads are all flooded next time we get a thaw,

The snow comes back and settles half way up my door.

Will it end soon, I really do not know

but I am here to tell you I am sick of bleedin snow.

©Janice Schaub March 2014

Little Bells........

The first brave buds slip through the snow

little white flowers the first to grow.

Small they are but sturdy stocks,

little bells like fairy frocks.

Cold and brisk, but sunny day.

Birds in branches noisily play.

Snow is melting, time for Spring.

A sight to make the birds all sing.

Crocus show their pretty heads,

Pushing up in garden beds.

Soon the blossoms will appear,

Then its Springtime that is clear.

Birds are nesting, raising young.

Yes for sure the Spring is sprung.

Is it Spring yet?............

The end of March will soon be gone

and April enters with bird song.

First day of Spring, in the grip of Winter still

I'm looking out the window, the birds still feel the chill.

Huddled by the feeders, their feathers all are fluffed.

They stay in my grapevines until they are all stuffed.

It's time to build their nests, time to raise some young.

But they really can not do that until the Spring has come.

Come on old man Winter its time for you to go.

Wev'e had enough of Winter and sick to death of snow.

©Janice Schaub 2013

Frieda's Cat.............

Frieda's cat lays by the door

Slitted eye and folded paw.

Content in sunbeam.......the world goes by

Not really sleeping she is ever so sly.

Birds and squirrels go on their way

Beware other cats in her territory stray.

Squirrels gather nuts in May

They visit my feeders every day.

Agile climbers, acrobat

Runs up the tree to watch the cat.

Cat stretches out her deadly paw

and yawns real wide then sharpens claw.

She limbers up but lays back down,

turns her back and casts a frown.

Squirrel thinks he's safe for now

so goes back up to get more chow.

Cat can get her food at home

so the squirrels and birds are safe to roam.

At least today old cat don't care

so make the most, this time is rare.

Sleeping in sunbeams ........dozing in the sun

She can't be bothered to get up and run.

The birds are happy for this reprieve

The squirrel sighs and is much relieved.

Everyone can sigh a sigh of relief

Even if its ever so brief.

While Frieda's cat lays by the door

With slitted eye and folded paw.

©Janice Kay Schaub 2011

A million diamonds...............

The trees are hung with crystal The spiders web is frozen in a moment of time all so magical and mystical. A million diamonds sparkle under my feet. Some days start like dreams. The mists will swirl and fade Ever moving and eery it seems. Other worldly and fey. Crisp footsteps on icy blades leaving ghostly footprints on grass. Sun comes up and the mist fades Another day begun. ©Janice Kay Schaub March 2014  

He Saved Me............

Have you ever been saved by His preciouse blood Have you ever been washed pure by the Lord? Accept Him, Receive Him, believe on His name, Then your salvations assured. I trust in the Lord to take care of me He can see things that I can not see. He loves me as no one in this world ever will. His angels guard and watch over me still. Their great wings cover every step that I take They'll never leave or forsake me for His names sake. Till the day comes that I must leave here I live my life free of all fear. This world is only a place I must be For a very short time, life is temporary. Our home is in heaven where ever that be, Our futures with God and it always will be. ©Janice K Schaub 2011

No! Not here.........

He was a personable man in middle years whose death brought many of us to tears. We may not have known him in a personal way, Yet often we would see him from day to day. Just doing his job, his duty so clear, Giving us safety and nothing to fear. We take so much for granted as we each live out our life, That other brave men will deal with the strife. It should never have happened, certainly not here. Not here in THIS town that we all hold so dear. We need to wake up and heed this clear call, Before it's too late and another should fall. Keep out all those people who peddle in hate Tell them  to leave before its too late. Help those who need more love and more care Don't turn your back, you know they are there. Let us remember our fallen friend and try to be careful of the message we send. Thank and respect the men of the law. Pray for them now like never before. Maybe then with God's guiding grace, We can keep our town a wonderful place. ©Janice Schaub 

Diversity........

If we were all of one race One colour and one creed This world will be a boring place, Boring, yes indeed.
Diversity can be a blessing If we keep an open mind We need it........and I am guessing It would work if we were kind.
Imagine if you would......a world that's free of hate People of all colours live with harmony and grace, We have to love each other before it gets too late. We need to be as one, within the human race.
All of us should all do our part......to stop the hate and strife And make the world around us just  a little less unkind Put aside our prejudice, and respect each human life. Maybe then we can help........change another person's mind.
If we show compassion and give aid to those in need No matter what their religion or the shade of their skin Put aside our own hard feelings, then I can only plead That we give love a chance and maybe we can win. 
Its not so hard to do if you think beyond your self everyone is the same beneath the outer skin They love and work and dream just like your own good self we need to win the heart, of that person who's within ©Janice Schaub
NOTE I am not happy with this one yet. I will be revising it as time goes on. I am putting it down for now and will work on it. I want to keep the idea but I don't like the way it rhymes it does not flow well. I need some better words.  

Simple Things..........

Find the Joy in simple things A lovely flower or a bird that sings. A sunny day or Winters breeze, A wind that howls among the trees. Moonbeams dance on the forest floor, Coyotes howl and Eagles soar. Simple things that mean so much A new babies breath or lovers touch. Things that make our life worthwhile, The funny things that make us smile.  These are the things that make life sweet These are the things that make life complete. ©Janice Schaub 2014