Above the Clear Blue Sky // A Guest Post by Johanna

Shoes slipped onto our feet,

the air outside is dusty sweet,

we see the chickens, we see the cows,

the horse, the donkey, and scores of meow's

a goat, a sheep, and a puppy too.

To all we say a "how'd'you'do?"

Pick a flower for mama, or maybe two or three,

play a game of stepping on toadstools,

jumping from one to the other to playfully escape the

clutches of our childhood fantasies,

below is a lake of lava, above the clear blue sky,

we're never too old to play make-believe.

Hey, I'm Johanna Grace, I am 16 years old, live on a farm,
 take too many pictures, write many words, read even more. 
I love Jesus, my family and life. Visit me sometime, will you?
 Johanna Grace