Writers Corner February 8, 2013
SLEDDING
Parents and children
dressed for the snow-
Laughter and fun-
Screams of delight-
Sledding the hillside-
With never a fear-
Same simple story
it happens each year.
It is Cherry Hill time
It is winter and cold
We are children at heart- may we never grow old.
- Virginia Burnet, Coeur d'Alene
I REMEMBER AMERICA
I remember America, when a child could go
to school or the store and return home safe
I remember America, where fathers went to work
and mothers stayed home to nurture,
where 'GOD' was not censored and
Christmas was celebrated without controversy.
I remember America, when you could walk
down any street without fear and
the only one with a gun was a policeman
and he was known by name.
I remember America, when the car you drove or
the house you lived in did not put you in a certain class,
where respect was not just a word and patriotism was
nothing to be ashamed of and principles and
morals were upheld with pride.
I remember America, where our leaders were
looked upon with hope and not despair,
where an honest day's work meant an honest day's pay,
where soldiers were welcomed home and not forgotten and
where criminals received the full extent of the law and
there were no pleas.
Do you remember America?
I do, and I miss Her!
- D. Daly, Coeur d'Alene
BROTHER ERNEST'S LAST REQUEST
I wanta go home!
The LORD above me is calling -
Am I ready to journey to a better home?
I've lived a good life with overflowing joys.
My wonderful family and exemplary friends
Have helped me endure and enjoy life and kept
Me in sync on my personal path of life's challenges.
I've known many rights and wrongs - bad and goods.
Is my score passable and acceptable?
Did my dids exceed my didn'ts?
"Rhe Lord is my Shepherd." I accept His blessing.
My life is in His hands. I'm ringing Heaven's entry enclosure!!
Am I there yet? For I believe I hear Heavenly Angel Hymns.
Yes; I just know my passionate plea is being reviewed; "AMEN!!"
- Larry L. Laws, Dalton Gardens
WINTER WORLD, WINTER WHITE
For days the world was dressed in white,
Jack Frost had painted throughout the night.
The trees, the shrubs, the bushes stood
In frosted dellicacy in the wood.
The Mountain Ash, berries red,
Were capped with frosting on each head.
The willows dressed in frosty lace,
Draped gracefully down in fancy space.
Bushes shaped with porcupine spikes,
Frost favored, not any two alike.
Each tree, each twig defined in shape,
Caused one to wonder, amazed to gape.
Winter's beauty we behold,
Lasting silver, with temperatures cold.
- Dianne Schumann
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