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April Thoughts
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Sticks, leafless and devoid of life, turn into the overflowing, yellow glory of the forsythia.
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When Did It Happen?
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When did it happen? I surely don’t know
But honestly it distresses me so.
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Certainly no one that looks like me!
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Once Again
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The winter snow, slippery ice, bitter cold temperatures, and wind chills are gone.
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Memorial Day
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We gather on the green, the sidewalks, and the roadways to honor and remember those who died in service to our country.
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Back Yard Friends
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Watching the birds on a snowy morning
They come and go without any warning
Nibbling and fleeing, as flighty they are
Running away, but not very far.
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A February Memory
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February’s bitter cold keeps me inside this snowy winter morning.
Yet outside, my friends, the birds and squirrels wait for me.
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Sounds We Heard Once More
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Oh, the sounds that graced my ears
From childhood and beyond,
The memories they often stir
Seem sometimes all but gone.