There is a season of fun and laughter
Carefree days when dreams are new
Of looking forward to a future

When life is good and troubles few

There is a season of beginnings
A time to work, a time to sow
When we learn of loss and winnings

That there are times of ebb and flow

A time to find that special someone
The one true love, that’s genuine
Ending happily ever after

When two hearts become entwined

After summer comes the autumn
What we’ve sown we now shall reap
A time to gather close our love ones

When we cherish what we keep

There is a season of forgiveness
A time to mend, old wounds to heal
When we learn what is important

What is fake and what is real

Then at last comes the winter
 Old bones feel the icy chill
But a new world is waiting for us

Heaven lies beyond the hill

Sue Ikerd
May 27, 2016

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Winter’s Deception

Ice storm


Craggy brown branches each glitter and dances
in a lovely glass encased scene
Prisms of ice, shine and entice
as the sun rays glisten and gleam
Trees covered in crystal, sounds like a pistol
as limbs crack and crash to the ground
Like chandeliers twinkling, sparkling and tinkling
the ice makes a melodious sound
This wonder of nature, belies the danger
this surreal landscape displays
Broken tree branches, lost power and car crashes
make us long for the warmth of spring days

Sue Ikerd
January 14, 2017

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When the Angels Came to Earth

This is a wonderful Christmas story that Mom has written. I believe that it would make a fantastic children’s book. I just wish I knew how to make that happen. Anyway, please enjoy it and maybe read it to your kids this Christmas Eve. -Leah


When the Angels Came to Earth

Now this is the story of a very special birth
And a night of miracles when the angels came to earth
It happened many years ago in a village far away
What occurred one special night still amazes me today
My mother had asked God for a son and He sent her me
Matthew means gift from God, so Matthew I would be
But I was born imperfect and this would be my lot
What God had given others, for me he had forgot
Since birth I had been mute, so a word I could not speak
The children all made fun of me, and thought that I was weak
I longed to be like others and talk and laugh and play
But I was too ashamed so I would run away.
I stayed with the shepherds and helped them herd the sheep
The lambs were my playmates and my secret they would keep
Then a strange thing happened one peaceful starry night
As angels appeared to us and bathed the fields in light
The angels were so beautiful and we were so amazed
Their brilliance almost blinded us as we watched in a daze
They told us not to fear them as we trembled on the earth
But on that night in Bethlehem a girl had given birth
To a wee babe in a stable, and we should go and see
But someone had to watch the sheep and that chore fell to me
But as the shepherds rushed away, an angel lingered near
He knew my heart was broken as he saw me shed a tear
He said because of God’s great gift, this night I would be whole
And it would be my destiny to make sure the story’s told
He told me men aren’t perfect, that’s why on this night
God had sent his only son, to earth to make things right
That he had come to teach all people, even you and me
That we should treat each person, as we would want to be
When the Angel knelt and prayed with me, I knew that I had found
My voice that had been locked away, I heard the clear sweet sound
Then they took me to the stable where baby Jesus lay
And I sang to him a lullaby while I knelt down on the hay
Then I was joined by angels and I sang with all my might
The silent sky was filled with song that first Christmas night
It was a night of miracles, the night of Jesus’ birth
When the star shown over Bethlehem and Angels came to earth.

Sue Ikerd

Copyright 2002 ©

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The Christmas Visitor


The Christmas Visitor

It was deep down in November and I was dreading the cold December
With the all the frantic shopping and the stress
Thinking back to childhood days and the slow and simpler ways
I wondered how we ever got into this mess
Then as I lay there napping I was awakened by a tapping
And I quickly rose up from my cozy bed
As I saw the apparition all dressed in fur and crimson
And it filled me with anxiety and dread
Groggy from a fitful slumber, I stared in awe and wonder
As this vision appeared before my eyes
Was this just my imagination or a weird hallucination
But the visitor looked so kind and wise
So with some trepidation and a bit of fascination
I questioned if he were real or just a dream
As he slowly took a chair, he seemed without a care
His twinkling eyes had a special gleam
He said, “I am the Christmas Spirit” and I should not dread or fear it
But share with all the age old Christmas story
When God’s intervening, gave each life a special meaning
On that day he sent his Son to earth from Glory
It’s not about the gifts we’re giving but the way we each are living
And the love we share with one another
It’s not about the stress and excess but the meaning of forgiveness,
And imparting God’s gift of love to each other.
As I saw it start to snow, he then calmly rose to go
But he paused, knelt and bowed his head
He said a prayer for those on earth and thanked God for Jesus birth
And my heart was no longer filled with dread
Now I will embrace the Christmas season and not forget the reason
We celebrate his birth this time each year
I will share this gift of love that God sent from up above
And wish one and all glad tidings and good cheer.

Have a Blessed Christmas

Sue Ikerd
November 18, 2013

Copyright 2013 ©

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The Old Kitchen Table



Our kitchen table is where so much has taken place in our home through the years. We planned trips, discussed world events, talked about problems, celebrated birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas and other holidays and gave thanks to God; it was the center of our family life. For 5 generations this has been the case and I wrote this poem after hearing all the stories my husband has told of his life growing up on our farm. and including some of our family life together.

With the smells of breakfast in the air, we ran to find our place
And gathered there at the evening meal bowing to say grace
Where mother rolled her crust for pies and taught us how to cook
In evening by a coal oil lamp she’d read to us a book
A place for coffee with your neighbor whenever he dropped in
Or an abundant feast at harvest time to feed the hungry men
It was the center of our world where we were loved and fed
A place we knew we could return and gather to break bread
But time did pass and we grew up and went out on our own
But we were always welcomed around the table back at home
We’d come back on holidays and sit and reminisce
On memories of our childhood and the good times that we missed
How on summer nights we’d sleep outdoors beneath the stars and dream
We’d play and hunt in the woods and go floating down our stream
Of winter days, the old wood stove and sledding in the snow
Old cars we’d had that wouldn’t run and how time then passed so slow
Of handmade quilts and feather beds and family get-togethers
Watching the sky from the porch as we saw the storm clouds gather
The summer days and swimming holes and not having to lock doors
Of music parties, the one room school and walks to the country store
Our dad and mom have left this earth and our children are all grown
Now they have fond memories of their youthful years and home
Of summer days, firework displays of trips and going fishin’
And they reminisce when they come home around the table in our kitchen

Sue Ikerd
Copyright 2003 ©
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