Poems of Lighthouse Bob

Poppies #56

Combing the hillside
As walking from woods,
The grassland's ablaze
With rapturing goods.

Like Moses in question
Of God's mighty powers,
The hills are on fire
With bright orange flowers.

Bathing the foothills
With one Loving stroke,
His flame does not burn
With fire nor smoke.

Removing my sandals
Off feet where I stand,
My senses are consumed
In awe of God's hand.

-Lighthouse Bob