Free jigsaw puzzle to play online of a rural church in Iceland. The white church was built on a hill, overlooking the surrounding area. Colorful stained glass windows shine in the sunlight.
I love a simple little country church. Probably all country members who know each other well. It's just different and more unique then a big city church.
Just a line to say I'm living,
That I'm not among the dead;
Though I'm getting more forgetful
And mixed up in my head.
For sometimes I can't remember,
When I stand at the foot of the stair
If I must go up for something,
Or if I've Just come down from there.
And before the frig so often,
My poor mind is filled with doubt,
Have I just put some food away
Or have I come to take some out?
And there are times when it is dark
with my nightcap on my head,
I don't know if I'm retiring,
Or just getting out of bed.
So, if it's my turn to write you,
There's no need to getting sore,
I may think that I have written
And don't want to be a bore.
So remember I do love you
And I wish that you were near,
But now it's nearly mail time,
So I must say goodbye, my dear.
There I stood beside the mailbox
With a face so very red,
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I had opened it instead.
Love it! Seems since I hit 74 the mind took a big turn for the worst. Cant seem to find words. Oh well, Iceland is a country I would have loved to have visited. Now I have.
hockeyfan
Jun 1, 2014
I love it too!
trynfindit
Jun 1, 2014
Excellent!
pixipixil
Jun 1, 2014
Great fun, Jingles. Did you write it? It sure tickles my funnybone.
suan1
Jun 2, 2014
That ryhme is beautiful! ! ! ! ! I am not admitting to how many I have done
dbnc2
Jun 3, 2014
That's me
dbnc2
Sep 27, 2014
That's me to a tee
fiestyolelady
Nov 13, 2014
I love the poems & comments of all you folks, as well as the beautiful puzzles. To think we are from all over the earth!
If the wind is blowing from the west
And they continiue to bully someone
Then stand firm and say no
Be yourself and do not radiate along
If the wind blows from the north
Witch harsh words and abuse
Do not join with that screaming
Talk to your own wise
As the actual wind blowing from the east
and they say no comfort
That's not cool, that's not counting
Be smart and do it
If the wind blows from the south
Listen to the sounds.
of youre heart, because is that silence
you might hear
The voice of God, who knows
And say you stay who you are!
Wow a jigsaw puzzle and a geography lesson all in one! Being a New Zealander I never did any American geography. I was startled to see when clicking on "America" on the puzzle cut choice list that the puzzle was in the form on The USA.
The first church I went to was like this. It had a big air vent in the floor when you walked in. Even under the age of 3 I had a concept of heaven & hell because I thought that cold air reg was the way to hell. Ha Ha.
have a great day my friend
Just a line to say I'm living,
That I'm not among the dead;
Though I'm getting more forgetful
And mixed up in my head.
For sometimes I can't remember,
When I stand at the foot of the stair
If I must go up for something,
Or if I've Just come down from there.
And before the frig so often,
My poor mind is filled with doubt,
Have I just put some food away
Or have I come to take some out?
And there are times when it is dark
with my nightcap on my head,
I don't know if I'm retiring,
Or just getting out of bed.
So, if it's my turn to write you,
There's no need to getting sore,
I may think that I have written
And don't want to be a bore.
So remember I do love you
And I wish that you were near,
But now it's nearly mail time,
So I must say goodbye, my dear.
There I stood beside the mailbox
With a face so very red,
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I had opened it instead.
I'm there
If the wind is blowing from the west
And they continiue to bully someone
Then stand firm and say no
Be yourself and do not radiate along
If the wind blows from the north
Witch harsh words and abuse
Do not join with that screaming
Talk to your own wise
As the actual wind blowing from the east
and they say no comfort
That's not cool, that's not counting
Be smart and do it
If the wind blows from the south
Listen to the sounds.
of youre heart, because is that silence
you might hear
The voice of God, who knows
And say you stay who you are!