Adorn me neck in a plaid. Cover me toes in socks, all buckled up in fancy boots. Outfitted appropriate to go in a Scottish style to scoot.

All buttoned up for breezes. A brisk wind teases me rosy cheeks. This yarn is for a particular lassy. A proud  Scot, named Miss Nancy.

Her busy hands lay in rest. A glove to match, ever best. A teacher she was, a teacher she is! Miss Sham, retired from lessons given. She now be all about livin – loud. Her heritage done indeed proud.

“No fancy Nancy” chasing a kilt clad Scottish dream! It continues to be a delightful scream, to remember the past and wonder whatever is next. She be hoppin on a jet plane. International flights ever where she may fancy. The stones of her homeland do anticipate a visit.

Nob hobbin, train stoppin, a night here, a night there. A Scot on the loose, creatin smiles wherever this lass lands. If she knocks on your door, she be teachin a tale.

Her backpack is stuffed full of yarns, songs, and books not yet penned. If ye be her friend once, ye be blessed ever and always. Ah, there she goes, all a twitter and smiling. Tis me, Miss Sham!

Clive S Lewis befriended a long story tellin mate. A token tale of truth they did spin and o’er the years the legendary were laid to print.

Years on earth come and go, then at last, we enter the long journey of eternity. With our beloved friends in tow.

“To know that God loved us, and gave Himself for us, is the constraining argument and motive to love Him, and surrender ourselves to Him. To consider ourselves as no longer our own, but to devote ourselves with every faculty, power, and talent to His service and glory. Our Lord Jesus deserves our all, for He parted with all for us. He made Himself poor, He endured shame, torture, death, and the curse for us, that we, through Him, might inherit everlasting life. Ah! the hardness of my heart, that I am no more affected, or astonished by this truth.” John Newton / Amazing Grace. A Seasons Gush

Poetry gush. Rain on me