Judith A. Davis

Judith A. Mayfield Davis was born at Wolf Summit, WV, the only child of Fred and Rosenell Mayfield. She holds degrees from Fairmont State College and West Virginia University.

Destined to be a teacher from a young age, she was a teacher’s assistant in first grade to help others with their number and letter builders. She has taught at a reform school for boys, a southern elementary school when integration first began, early intervention Head Start and many years at Flatwoods Elementary from which she retired.

Curious about many things Mrs. Davis spent her formative years reading, writing, learning to play the piano, sewing, swimming and other activities too numerous to mention. She has earned many awards for her poetry and her work has appeared in the WV Hillbilly; Bereavement, A Magazine of Hope and Healing; Mountain Voices and Mountain Echoes. Her poetry anthology, Rhymes & Riddles of a Country Teacher, is available from McClain Printing Company.

Middle Island Press Chapbooks by Judith A. Davis:

Just Roll Over and Go Back To Sleep
and Other Rhymes

ISBN 978-1-4675-7396-2
by Judith A. Davis

Known for her “signature” mouse, Judith A. Davis proffers Just Roll Over and Go Back to Sleep and Other Rhymes – a 49-page country collection of devotional verse both serious and light; both humbling and inspiring. Though chock-full of biblical references to “The Good Word,” this book is not intended to be a substitute for going to church!

(A browse upon pages 14 and 19…)

“Crossing Paths”

While walking alone, deep in thought,
Dwelling on doubt and despair
Over and over with no resolution,
My life was aimless. I was going nowhere.

A stranger appeared in the corner of my eye.
Humbled by His countenance I was made whole.
Recognizing Him was easy.
He peered into my soul.

When He spoke He said, “It is written,
My chosen bride I am coming to claim.
A special list of believers –
May I add your name?”

My heart was cleansed and purified.
I was assured that He would be coming soon.
My life has never been the same
Since we crossed paths one afternoon.

John 3:29; Revelation 21:9

“Flight Feathers”

Torn, burdened, overwrought?
Look to help from above.
He bears us up “with wings like eagles”
On His infinite love.

A fledgling with wings of down
A babe inexperienced, lame
No long flight feathers to enable me
Until “self” reliance is tamed.

Stronger wings develop from
Practiced jumps over the nest
Each lesson a challenge in faith
Until I can pass the test.

I’ll trust in the Lord
In mornings and throughout the night
Until on wings He takes me away
To bask in eternal Light.

Isaiah 40:31

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