Ride On By Glena M. Waterhouse
No roof over your head
No floor at your feet
No steel doors to sustain
Just you...
And the wind.
Feeling Nature's breath
Caress your hair
Know ultimate freedom
And that you belong there...
As you bicycle on down the road.
And the sun in the sky
Dances on your face
As the colors of nature pass by
Filling your senses...
So amazing, You sigh.
The smell of the grass
The lilacs in bloom
The shades of green
The vividness of color...
Always causing you to wonder.
The reeds bending
The branches waving
Natures' creatures pausing
A moment in time...
The images forever etched in your mind.
The stillness of the lakes
The babbling streams
The sounds of life
Too much forgotten...
Whispering winds, crickets and frogs
The sounds of the wild, barking dogs.
Taking the time to enjoy
Appreciate all God's gifts
Drink in the beauty
Let it fill your soul...
As you ride on my friend...Ride On
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Glena Waterhouse
I was raised as an "Army Brat," having lived all over the world and the USA. Although I quit high school twice, my dream was always to teach. I received my high school diploma in 1980 and began my journey to Masters Degree in Education in 1993. I graduated Cuma Sum Laude from Hussion College in 1997 and received my MBA and MBE in 2000 from the University of Southern New Hampshire. I taught college for fifteen years and now teach at a private Christian school in Buxton, ME.
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