FRIDAY, it's all GOOD....

                                    Friday. It's a good sort of day. Rain has come and gone.

        Spencer is happy dancing on the fence.  To him, all Friday's are good.

                                  But today is a special day.

I found something simple. Just a few lines, in one of my ancient poetry books. It's just beautiful and says a lot in 8 lines.....on a Friday as good as this.

 
                                 "IN JUDEA"  by Mildred Bowers Armstrong

 "The stars that looked on Joeseph......

The moon that Mary knew.......

 
                                      Looked down on this Judean town......

                     The way they used to do........

 And this old tree remembers................

                                                        

                            The lad who used to play.......

Upon these very shadows....................

 
                                                          Where I stand today......................."