Verse
A June Day
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Birds sing their summer songs at dawn and awaken me to an inviting morning.
Flowers of a myriad of colors welcome me outdoors to join them.
Granby Drummer (https://granbydrummer.com/category/the-arts/verse/page/3/)
Birds sing their summer songs at dawn and awaken me to an inviting morning.
Flowers of a myriad of colors welcome me outdoors to join them.
As I remember my mother on Mother’s Day, I think of all she taught me by her actions.
Throughout the long winter months, I’ve waited for spring and for my beloved forsythia to blossom again.
We thank our Heavenly Father for all who gather around this Thanksgiving table today and for the plentiful food He provided. For, whether we are together in person or virtually, our hearts are united.
October’s Beauty calls us outdoors and surrounds us with the magnificent colors of her leaves. The air feels warm in the sun but cool in the shade—we wear a light jacket or sweatshirt.
It’s been 20 years since that tragic day, September 11, 2001—how far away in years, yet how close in my memory it remains.
What a Blessing it is to see the flowers blooming in the yards,
To hear songbirds singing in the now leafed trees,
Whether it’s a warm, almost summer day, or a gray day with showers and rain, we remember you—for you are part of our hearts’ memories.
As a child, my family only went to the doctor when we were really ill. For financial reasons, most common problems were treated at home — for a sore throat, gargling with salt and water; for sprains, soaking in warm water and Epsom salt; for colds and coughs, Vicks VapoRub, honey, and cough syrup from the drug store (sometimes prescribed by the doctor); for cuts and scrapes, peroxide.