Our Cubby Bear

Our Cubby Bear

Snowy fields,

Snowy skies,

Snowy lane,

And, a dog who loved winter,

We put a dog house out for him,

To protect him!

He ignored the dog house,

He would sit where the north wind blew,

Directly into his face,

Regal,

His mane flowing,

Blowing backward,

Nonchalant,

Winter wonderland,

Our Cubby Bear,

“Well, Hello, Handsome!”

He stepped into the house,

As regal in snow,

Or in the house that catered to him!

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 24, 2015

Note:  This is not a picture of our Cubby Bear.  Cubby was a truly regal tricolor Collie.  He would stare you down his nose as if to say, “And, I am sorry, who are you?”  As a human family, we actually thought that was amazing!  We miss him (as you do any family member).

My Baby (To Dallas and to Faith)

My Baby (To Dallas and to Faith)

My baby rest in Mama’s arms,

I’ll hold forever all your charms,

My faith, on solid rock it stands,

I know you’re safe in Jesus’ hands.

My spirit leaped to realms so deep,

I’d drained each eye with tears to weep,

With grief, beyond my woe we wept,

Within your willing love we’re swept.

For now “Love” swooshes down on me,

I feel the kick of “her” or “he”,

People might ask if I am torn,

All joy is mine when you are born!

With loving arms your Mama sings,

Each every day our baby brings,

Our Faith once more from Heaven’s grace,

I see it shine upon your face!

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 18, 2015

This is dedicated to Dallas, and to the birth of Faith

Dear Lord

Dear Lord

Dear Lord, I thank you for this day,

I thank you that my hair turns gray,

I know that others fare not well,

I pray for all; and peace to dwell.

Each day as friends grow old as me,

We do not move as young care free,

I think of every one I’ve lost,

I try not tarry up the cost.

E’en now a friend is carried low,

And, all his buddies love him so,

And, pray, and pray for his fine wife,

This quiet man’s tremendous life.

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 18, 2015

Winter Sports

Winter Sports

An arctic wind has swept,

Shoulders shudder,

Sweaters never worn are pulled from shelves,

Fireplaces are swept,

Hearth and home,

Become smaller,

We nestle,

We hibernate,

The upside is,

We see our lover’s face,

Every hour,

The bond beyond a bonfire,

Where in summer time we drift,

She into gardening,

I into summer sport,

Thank God, for winter,

And, winter sports!

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 16, 2015