| Life's Simple Things
<center>Life's simple things mean more to me
As I grow older, most are free.
A gull's white wings against blue sky,
Laughter of children passing by.
Fragrance of flowers on the breeze,
The taste of fruit, fresh from the trees.
A cardinal, from window seen,
Band music from the village green,
The pungent scent of new-mown hay,
Lemonade on an August day.
In Autumn trees of red and gold,
Then Christmas stories often told.
The smell of wood smoke on the air;
Savory mince pies made with care.
Each day presents some new delight,
Some simple scene to thrill my sight;
A pleasant sound, a perfume seet,
the flavor of a love-made treat.
Such little things as these I prize,
And thank God as I close my eyes
Each night that He, in mercy brings
To me the joy of simple things.</center>
Author--Alice J Christianson
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