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Spring of Life -
The ice has pulled the
birches over and bowed the highest branches to the ground.
The rabbits in the yard are feasting from boughs that move
slowly high above in the summer wind. Next August I will
walk in the woods and look upward to see rabbit trimmed
branches and one who did not know would never guess it to be
the work of cottontails.
The world is full of the
unusual. What a genuine joy it is so see something new and
be stimulated by the freshness of Gods
Last evening the moon was
full and its gentle light shining through the thin
layer of frozen water coating the birches lit them better
than any Christmas tree at the White House.
Last evening the ice
crunched beneath my feet as I moved slowly through the woods
feeling the cold fingers of the birches brush my cheeks.
Robert Frost once wrote about the childhood experience of
riding birches to the ground and being a swinger of birches.
Last night I was a friend of the birches wrapped in their
winter embrace as they knelt to me to greet me in nocturnal
Did they mind feeding the
rabbits? I doubt not. Did they mind my moving among them? I
doubt not. Will they stand tall again in the summer breeze?
Oh yes even higher than last summer as they reach for the
Once as a boy I rode a birch
to the ground but now that I am a man I think I will just
enjoy them from the ground and know they are a gift from my
heavenly Father making my woods a friendly place.
Roger Bothwell and my address is email@example.com
or 151 Old Farm Rd. Leominster, MA 01453. Thank you for your
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