I just got back from seeing the wonders of my maker. It is the beautiful forest park in my neighborhood. I ride along on my electric cart gazing at the wonders that surround me. The trees reach so high they seem to be reaching for the hand of God. All about me as I ride down a planned path are wonderful shrubs, hiding the cotton tails from view. Look! there is a red squirrel he must be gathering his nuts and food for winter, There is a rose garden in the park. Oh, what a fragrance it produces. People are playing their games on the well kept grass, lovers are on the benches kissing. What a joy it is to go for a summer evening ride in my park.

The winters are cold here in the northwest. It rains a lot, but I can wait for spring and summer to arrive. I look out my window, and when it looks alright. I ride in my park once more. It may be my last ride. You never Know what God has in store for you. I would like to say good-bye to the trees and shrubbery and the green grass, and the birds on the wing and the cotton tails, along with the squirrels that cross my path before I leave this beautiful park. Thank you the men and women that made it possible. But mostly thank you God.