Thank you, Lord, for rainSo much rain that it sits Misplaced in the pasture.The yearling heifer watchesAs it rises, hasn'tSeen much rain in her day.She appears to beLoving the lush greenSpring has provided afterDrought and a longHard winter.

Hot from the ovenTipped from an iron skilletUnto Mama's brown platter.Brown and crusty,Buttery, salty, sweetNothing betterNothing! Cornbread.

What will I wish for, Wistfully wish forOn a dandelion bouquet, What shall I say?A swing on a star?A friend from afar?A perfect summer day?A ride in a sleigh?What do I dream of?A prince for a true love?A lovely new dress?Soft, pink, ruffly, yes!What will I wish for, Wistfully wish forOn a dandelion bouquet, What shall I say?