I BELIEVE

By Thelma Whitchurch Tuck

8th Grade – 1944

(Celebrating her 88th August 13, 2018)
“Happy Birthday to my sister”

I BELIEVE in the things I can see with my eyes..

The geese and the ducks high up in the skies


The doe with her fawn going deep in the wood

The old mother hen as she cares for her brood

The fisherman quietly holding the line

The icicles hanging from oak tree and pine

My home, as it stands on the top of a hill

Meaning warmth and contentment, giving my heart a thrill.

But the best of all things that my two eyes can see,

Is the sight of “Old Glory” as she waves in the breeze.

I BELIEVE in the things I can hear with my ears…

The toll of a bell, the crowd with its cheers

The song of a bird, the hum of a bee

The low moaning wind as it blows through the trees

The cry of a baby, the notes of a song

The toot of a horn as the cars go along

The croak of a frog, the rain on the roof

Lowing cows in the pasture, a horse on the hoof

These are the sounds that my ears bring to me

In this wonderful country, the land of the free



I BELIEVE in the things I can smell with my nose.

A field filled with violets, a wild summer rose

The aroma of coffee, a pie or a cake

The smell of fish frying, just fresh from the lake

The burning of leaves, ground wet from rain

Freshly turned earth, or the smoke from a train

The smell of the woods with its cedar and pine trees

Newly mown hay, or a soft gentle lake breeze

Fruit blossoms in springtime, a field full of clover

Smoke from a campfire, when the day’s fun is over

To give up the pleasures we get from these things,

Is something we hope our life never will bring.

I BELIEVE in the things I can feel with my hands.

The great rolling ocean, the small grains of sand

The warmth of the fire, the cold of the snow

The snow or the rain as the wintry winds blow

The satin smooth skin of a child at its play

The fur of a puppy, the sun’s warming rays

The feel of the earth as the garden is planted

The vegetables harvested just as we planned it.

These are the things in this life we are living

That teach us receiving is equal to giving.

copyright©2018

Photographs By Mary Anne Tuck

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