Lorretta Sam and Melissa, we missed Ethel Lorretta and Ethel had become friends over the years they could really chit chat. It was a very good day at the Arnolds
The turkey did not think so
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast I can hardly remember the details of my budding I bloomed far too early forced by natures call The flower of my youth stolen My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom As fruit required all my time That season of summer went so fast Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights My fruit now ripe hear falls call They release to face their own unknown I watch as they fall free My branches lift from their weight I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love I bask in the crisp sun light My beauty is seen and shared With the bloom of crimson leaves My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel Youths golden beauty slips into grey My hold on the tree of life seems futile The frost of winter comes so fast I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling I watch as they let go one by one My winter is here my time has come The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory Yet the family tree still stands Spring will come New leaves will unfold The seasons of life begins again
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again