Oh God, if I could but impart
The thankfulness that swells my heart
For each and every little thing . . .
Like color bursts announcing spring,
The shaded spots the trees have brought,
The sunshine brightening every thought . . .
The squirrels playing on my lawn,
The eventide . . . the still, new dawn . . .
The fragrant smell of brown leaves burned,
The fresh black dirt where earth is turned –
So many small things such as these
Have done so much my life to please
My whole life long would be of praise
To God, the Keeper of my days
Beverly Enderby Kimzey