Shannon, I called Tim in to see this photo. How wonderful! The picture is exquisite and precious! I can so understand Zeb’s fascination!
I wanted to send you a poem I wrote when I was about 15. I was sitting on our porch one early summer morning and found a huge web with a beautiful garden spider sitting right in the middle. The morning sun shown through it and made the dew drops on it sparkle. I thought Jeb might like this. ) Donna
The Spider’s Web
Early in the morning… shown dawn’s first sparkling rays.
A web, so softly shimmering, met my thoughtful gaze.
In it was a spider, flecked with black and gold,
Sitting on a miracle..a mystery untold.
Busy was the spider, weaving thru and thru.
Building life’s sustenance, her web yet soft and new.
“Spider, who did teach you how to weave your web,
in the early morning when the dew drops finally ebb?
You truly know the secret of life and all it holds.
Building webs of happiness, then living in their folds.”
Shannon, I called Tim in to see this photo. How wonderful! The picture is exquisite and precious! I can so understand Zeb’s fascination!
I wanted to send you a poem I wrote when I was about 15. I was sitting on our porch one early summer morning and found a huge web with a beautiful garden spider sitting right in the middle. The morning sun shown through it and made the dew drops on it sparkle. I thought Jeb might like this.
) Donna
The Spider’s Web
Early in the morning… shown dawn’s first sparkling rays.
A web, so softly shimmering, met my thoughtful gaze.
In it was a spider, flecked with black and gold,
Sitting on a miracle..a mystery untold.
Busy was the spider, weaving thru and thru.
Building life’s sustenance, her web yet soft and new.
“Spider, who did teach you how to weave your web,
in the early morning when the dew drops finally ebb?
You truly know the secret of life and all it holds.
Building webs of happiness, then living in their folds.”