Worship Elemental.

Barely audible

As township winds

Circuit the colour in the trees.

We thank thee

All our God

With heart and hands

And voices.

Who wondrous things

Hath wrought

In whom this world

Rejoices.







Who from our Mother's

Womb has sent us

On our way...



We were simply shun-piking

And this drew us

Into their unshakable

Ode to memories

Stories and the Almighty.

For another Sabbath.
Mennonite exercises.
Horse buggies outside.
Also having church.
White clad meeting house.



Meanwhile Waterloo

5 miles south

Found no pause

Or respite from the grind.

And skill saws whined

Rudely

In many a driveway.