The Deer

The forest was dense and beautiful.                                                                                                    A lone deer wandered toward our cabin                                                                                            And drank from the trough at our windowsill.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      The deer laughed, and all the forest with her.                                                                                    They knew what all of mankind should know:                                                                                  That all of creation belongs to God,                                                                                                      And our joy comes from Him.


About dalesittonrogers

I live with my husband, Rick, and our two cats, Mocha and Tiger. I write articles and poetry, and fiction for all ages. I'm excited about my novella, Lost in the Everglades: and my store: Follow me on Twitter! @DaleSRogers
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3 Responses to The Deer

  1. stephanie710 says:

    Love this, Dale. I shared it via Twitter and added the #MondayBlogs hashtag. Try it out, you’ll meet some great folks who will enjoy and share your writing. I enjoyed this. 🙂 Keep going!!

  2. I’m so glad you liked it, Stephanie, and thanks for the shout out! I’ll have to look into #MondayBlogs.

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