Hooray For Dear, Old-fashioned Things...

This poem/post is a week's worth of 'snaring' midstmuch to do, such as spring cleaning, painting, plusgrandparenting pleasures and much more.Here is a glimpse of this poem's unfolding... (starting with a good, 'old-fashioned' unchangeable truth) Ps.90:2Before the mountains were born  or you brought forth the whole world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God. Thank God for fond, old-fashioned joys to treasure like fine artFor precious little girls and boys, carefree and pure in heart...For picnic-parties... Janet! What do you see?! called my next-door sweetie (her utterly-adorable smile hearted for privacy) as she watched me take a picture of???...and I drew her attention to the 'pretty pink trees!' orThe blushing hush as dusk tucks down earth's edge with heaven's sheen... For bingo games (midst snooze) 😂😁 As the next generation learns to read, spell, win and lose... I like old-fashioned things, like pups... Recently I was introduced by two eager youngsters, to their family's newest, heart-stealing member!( No-o-oo!! I wailed, while laughing and completely smitten,as I visualized all my garden footwear, gloves etc. disappearing from outside my back door...) and kittens...(a Saturday morning visitor! Child and kitty equally unsure of each other) 😍 Give me old-fashioned telephones with corkscrew-curly cords... For warm handshakes and big, bear-hugs... Hooray for dear old-fashioned things that stand the test of timeFor the rapture a Baby brings, for silly nursery-rhymeFor warm handshakes and big, bear-hugs and pleasure of a poemFor laughter, loose tooth, lady bugs and cherished home-sweet-home Thank God for fond, old-fashioned joys to treasure like fine artFor precious little girls and boys, carefree and pure in heartFor tasks galore, for coffee-breaks, for cup o' tea with friendsFor learning to do what it takes with whatever life sends For picnic-parties, taking turns, for bingo games (midst snooze) 😂😁 As the next generation learns to read, spell, win and loseFor poufy clouds and baby chicks, for fresh mem'ries to trace For April's bag of weather-tricks to tame gardening 'race' Give me the good, old-fashioned cheer of soulful, simple thingsOf eyes to see and ears to hear Free-for-alls, fit for kings The blushing hush as dusk tucks down earth's edge with heaven's sheenSpring's rushing, gushing brook, first brown, then gentle silver-green I love life's sweet, old-fashioned things to kindle gratitude  How morning after morning flings ajar mercy renewed  The annual unbridled hymn of happiness that wakesWith every bud that starts to brim with every breath spring takes ...the aroma of grass and trees, rain-drenched and sunbeam-kissedThe awe of seed-sized ecstasies/majesties/mysteries only God can untwistThe gauzy bluesy-purple sheer soft-tossed where earth meets skyLove's heartstrings that bind sisters near and death cannot untie The trials we would never choose to teach us about prayerThe age-old ebb and flow that woos seasons from here to there While Time exacts its changeless ways with much it will estrangeWhile we learn to turn wants to praise for He who does not change I like old-fashioned things, like pups and kittens, bread  and cheese I like daisies and butter-cups, unchanged through centuriesI like the way the whole world greens after warm April show'rs While Housewife sings as she spring cleans and dreams of May's fair flow'rs Give me the old-fashioned Foundation, Faith. Hope. Love. And thenTo the Author of creation ascribe all praise. AmenFor nothing in this big old world is bigger, better thanHe by whose hand time is unfurled ever since Time began I love the grand, old-fashioned hues of sunrise and sunset  How mankind flocks to gaze at views only God can begetAnd how He grants to every day, some beauty to beholdTo cheer us on life's learning way of growing humbly old Give me old-fashioned telephones with corkscrew-curly cordsAnd books, fat with delicious poems and bread of wholesome wordsOf truth, preserved on pages, pertinent as when first pennedReaching across the ages like a dear and timeless friend Give me old-fashioned Sunday morning church; pews filled with totsA pansy-planter for the porch; pools of forget-me-notsGive me respect for good, old ways; like six works days, one rest  Because the good in good old days is still healthy and best/blessed ...and no matter what progress brings to try to steal the showHooray for dear old-fashioned things God alone can bestowLike freckled noses, curly heads, or thrill of cows set freeAfter winter, to romp in meads as green as green can be... Janet Martin I like the way the whole world greens after warm April show'rs... While Housewife sings as she spring cleans and dreams of May's fair flow'rs For poufy clouds...(still sneezing out a few flurries!) and baby chicks...