Monday, December 12, 2011

A Glorious Place Little Tree

But what a glorious place to live, little tree.
In summer and winter
You are always here with me

My days on McCloud Creek, have been natural and free
I brought a little sapling from my giant willow tree
I planted it next to a brook nearby, where I could still see
And say to it each morning, What a Glorious Place to be

The little tree grows stronger with each passing day
And soon the woodland creatures came to the tree to stay
And there, they raise their families, so natural and free
All because I planted a little willow tree

Stand tall little tree, you are truly beautiful
You have won the struggle to be here in this place
For many years to come I will marvel at your swaying
Your beauty, your strength but most of all your grace

My children’s children will know you
And scamper in your shade
All because of one small willow
And the journey that we made.

 D. Rennich                  I.M.Forever                    10-14-2007

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Merry Christmas My Darlings

Peace on Earth


Merry Christmas my darlings
They heard their Grandma say
What in the world is going on here
Is this really Christmas day

Do you know what really happened
A long long time ago
How a little babe was born
In a land that has no snow

A great star shown above him
To give the world light
And wise men offered presents
To the babe born that night

I heard his name was Jesus
And in a manger he lay
There were animals all around him
And angels kneeled to pray

Heaven was filled with singing
From a chorus up above
As God presented to the world
A token of his love

You can learn about this Jesus
In your Bible every day
And even more important
He will be there when you pray

D. Rennich           I.M.Forever        11-2001

Written for my grandchildren in 2001

Tuesday, November 22, 2011


She is always with me
Sometimes quiet, sometimes sad
She can be so very pleasant
And she can be so very bad

All my life I have spent with her
She’s there each place I go
There are times she’s full of laughter
Many times that is not so

For she seems a darker creature
Full of self and unconcern
Always thinking of the wrong things
Regardless of the truths we learn

She is cute in her own way tho
That’s her strongest trait so far
I can’t even quite control her
That is why, we are where we are

Now we’re fighting for control here
First it’s her and then it’s me
People never see this struggle
For it’s inside where none can see

But some day one will be stronger
Yet the world will never know
When the one becomes a winner
Then the other one must go

How I’ll miss these little battles
But the strangest thing might be
Not me who is the winner
But the winner might be she

D. Rennich             I.M.Forever             11-26-1992

Monday, November 7, 2011

A Winters Day

The first snow of winter
Like feathers from the sky
The children are delighted
As they watch them floating by

Each one a separate masterpiece
Made by a loving hand
Sparkling white, crisp and clean
As they fall upon the land

Morning goes by, the storm subsides
The children come out to play
There's angels to make and sleds to ride
On this first winters day

All bundled in coats and snow pants
With gloves and caps that match
They run and jump with their hands outstretched
For the snowflake they hope to catch

On one little hand a snowflake falls
But it quickly goes away
Back to the sky, back to the clouds
To be a snowflake, on another Winters Day