Sometimes at night I sit on the front porch and look at the old cherry tree. I wonder what will happen to it fifty year's from now? I wonder who will own my young cherry tree then? I sit back and hope that person will take care of it. I love my cherry tree.

When I wake up early in the morning, I see the sun bringing my property to life. Night time put's my property to sleep, the morning wake's it up. I wonder if man will kill my property in the future with all his bulldozer and large equipment. I won't be here to see it, but my grand children will. I hope my property live's forever.

When I change my view I see a whole different picture of my property. My property might die some day if man doesn't stop his killing of the land. I had plenty of wild animals on my property at one time. Man has run or killed them all off. What will my grand children get?.

This is a picture of "Buttercup". Buttercup is burried on my property, but my wife and I still hear her singing to us. In the morning I hear her telling us, I still love you both. At night when everything is quiet I hear her say: "good night". Buttercup love's my property.

This is poco, and he love's to sleep. Poco love's to run on my property. He is free and love's his space. Poco can get into trouble, but he is free on my property.Poco is my wife's dog, and he get's babied to much. Poco is a playful dog and like's to be loved. I will keep him free on my property.