All Things Beautiful
When growing up on the farm even at 'round the age of three,
I began to notice simple, yet beautiful things that surrounded me.
Strange though it seems, I found beauty in grumpy bumble bees,
And was fascinated by the gold and crimson robes that clad the autumn trees!
Golden fields of grain undulating in the breeze was a beauty to behold,
As were luscious apples ripening on laden trees in hues of red and gold.
Green fields of corn that were to provide roasting ears bye and bye,
Were crowned with bronzed, dancing tassels reaching for the sky.
I saw beauty in the gamboling of a newborn baby calf,
And the antics of squealing piglets that really made me laugh!
I caressed fluffy yellow baby chicks with my youthful paws.
Though the threat of the fussy mother hen at times gave me pause.
I captured elusive lightning bugs on languid summer nights,
And thrilled at the eerie beauty of the awesome Northern Lights!
I saw magnificent displays of lightning as it flashed across the prairies,
And delighted at the sight of golden eagles preening in their aeries.
I caressed the peonies my Mother grew glistening in the morning dew,
And savored the freshness of new-mown hay that my Father grew.
Though I'm in the autumn of my life, in all things beautiful and bright,
That The Creator in his munificence provides, I still take delight!
Robert L. Hinshaw served 30 years in the Air Force retiring in 1978 in the grade of Chief Master Sergeant. He began writing poetry in 2002 at age 72 and has composed over 1100 poems.