March 1972

I Took a Stroll  

I took a stroll by the brook

And heard a swallow singing

I heard a baby bird saying

Peep, peep, peep; at the brook


I took a stroll in the woods

And heard a donkey braying

I heard a far dog barking

Woof, woof, woof; in the woods


I took a stroll down the lane

And saw a kitten eating

I saw her mother cleaning her

Lick, lick, lick; down the lane


I took a stroll by the mill

And heard the millwheel turning

I saw the big tall oak tree swaying

Swish, swish, swish; at the mill


I was twelve when I wrote this, Mom liked it

and sent it off to the Calvinist Contact (a weekly 

published by the Christian Reformed Church)

which then printed it.  I was some excited.