Hooray For Dear, Old-fashioned Things...

This poem/post is a week's worth of 'snaring' midst

much to do, such as spring cleaning, painting, plus

grandparenting pleasures and much more.

Here is a glimpse of this poem's unfolding...

(starting with a good, 'old-fashioned' unchangeable truth)

 Ps.90:2

Before the mountains were born  or you brought forth the whole world, 

from everlasting to everlasting you are God.

Thank God for fond, old-fashioned joys to treasure like fine art

For precious little girls and boys, carefree and pure in heart...

For picnic-parties...

Janet! What do you see?! called my next-door sweetie

 (her utterly-adorable smile hearted for privacy)

as she watched me take a picture of???...

and I drew her attention to the 'pretty pink trees!' or

The blushing hush as dusk tucks down earth's edge with heaven's sheen...

For bingo games (midst snooze) 😂😁 

As the next generation learns to read, spell, win and lose...

I like old-fashioned things, like pups...

Recently I was introduced by two eager youngsters,

 to their family's newest, heart-stealing member!

( No-o-oo!! I wailed, while laughing and completely smitten,

as I visualized all my garden footwear, gloves etc.

 disappearing from outside my back door...)

 and kittens...(a Saturday morning visitor! 

Child and kitty equally unsure of each other) 😍

Give me old-fashioned telephones with corkscrew-curly cords...

For warm handshakes

 and big, bear-hugs...

Hooray for dear old-fashioned things that stand the test of time

For the rapture a Baby brings, for silly nursery-rhyme

For warm handshakes and big, bear-hugs and pleasure of a poem

For laughter, loose tooth, lady bugs and cherished home-sweet-home

Thank God for fond, old-fashioned joys to treasure like fine art

For precious little girls and boys, carefree and pure in heart

For tasks galore, for coffee-breaks, for cup o' tea with friends

For learning to do what it takes with whatever life sends

For picnic-parties, taking turns, for bingo games (midst snooze) 😂😁 

As the next generation learns to read, spell, win and lose

For poufy clouds and baby chicks, for fresh mem'ries to trace 

For April's bag of weather-tricks to tame gardening 'race'

 

Give me the good, old-fashioned cheer of soulful, simple things

Of eyes to see and ears to hear Free-for-alls, fit for kings 

The blushing hush as dusk tucks down earth's edge with heaven's sheen

Spring's rushing, gushing brook, first brown, then gentle silver-green

I love life's sweet, old-fashioned things to kindle gratitude  

How morning after morning flings ajar mercy renewed  

The annual unbridled hymn of happiness that wakes

With every bud that starts to brim with every breath spring takes

...the aroma of grass and trees, rain-drenched and sunbeam-kissed

The awe of seed-sized ecstasies/majesties/mysteries only God can untwist

The gauzy bluesy-purple sheer soft-tossed where earth meets sky

Love's heartstrings that bind sisters near and death cannot untie

 

The trials we would never choose to teach us about prayer

The age-old ebb and flow that woos seasons from here to there 

While Time exacts its changeless ways with much it will estrange

While we learn to turn wants to praise for He who does not change 

I like old-fashioned things, like pups and kittens, bread  and cheese 

I like daisies and butter-cups, unchanged through centuries

I like the way the whole world greens after warm April show'rs 

While Housewife sings as she spring cleans and dreams of May's fair flow'rs

Give me the old-fashioned Foundation, Faith. Hope. Love. And then

To the Author of creation ascribe all praise. Amen

For nothing in this big old world is bigger, better than

He by whose hand time is unfurled ever since Time began 

I love the grand, old-fashioned hues of sunrise and sunset  

How mankind flocks to gaze at views only God can beget

And how He grants to every day, some beauty to behold

To cheer us on life's learning way of growing humbly old 

Give me old-fashioned telephones with corkscrew-curly cords

And books, fat with delicious poems and bread of wholesome words

Of truth, preserved on pages, pertinent as when first penned

Reaching across the ages like a dear and timeless friend 

Give me old-fashioned Sunday morning church; pews filled with tots

A pansy-planter for the porch; pools of forget-me-nots

Give me respect for good, old ways; like six works days, one rest  

Because the good in good old days is still healthy and best/blessed 

...and no matter what progress brings to try to steal the show

Hooray for dear old-fashioned things God alone can bestow

Like freckled noses, curly heads, or thrill of cows set free

After winter, to romp in meads as green as green can be... 

Janet Martin

I like the way the whole world greens after warm April show'rs...

 

While Housewife sings as she spring cleans and dreams of May's fair flow'rs

For poufy clouds...(still sneezing out a few flurries!)

and baby chicks...