Poetry2

This is more poetry done by Gramma Rose and Nancy
I hope you enjoy it

TWILIGHT

As I travel down the highway
Into the twilight of my life
And I'll soon be through with worry,
With sorrow and with strife;
May the deeds I leave behind me
Be done in such a way
That the world will be a nicer place
Because I was here today.

Copyright Š by Rose Hackett

THE CHURCH BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

I saw a church by the side of the road,
It looked so inviting there.
I decided, one day, that I would go in
To say a little prayer.

As I walked up the driveway the doors opened wide
And love came pooring out.
To know I was welcome in that church
There certainly was no doubt.

Now I go to that church every Sunday
I love all the people there.
I'm grateful to God for showing me the way
To that church for my Sunday prayer.

Copyright Š by Rose Hackett

This is another poem written by Nancy. It is sad but we all see it happen much to many times

The Promise

You got me as a puppy and promised
You'd be true;
You'd play with me and care for me and my
     Days would never be blue.

Never again would I have to be,
     Locked in this cage;
You promised you would love me,
     Right thou to old age.

You promised I'd always have plenty
     Of food to eat;
Lots of fresh veggs and
     Lots of raw meat.

You promised you'd give me a warm
     Place to sleep;
And never again would my eyes
     Have to weep.

You promised to bath me and brush
     Me everyday;
Then give me a hug and tell me
     That things would be okay.

I'm the older dog now, no longer do I
     Chase that ball;
I'm tied to this chain and it's
     Way in the fall.

I'm not allowed in the house,
     Not even to eat;
And wheres all those veggs,
     And all that raw meat?

And my bed is now this cold
     Damp ground;
No warm, soft pillow is to
     Be found.

My hair is all matted and
     Covered with fleas;
My eyes are running and I'm
     Starting to sneeze.

You promised to love me to my
     Dieing day;
Oh how I wish that it had
     Stayed that way..........

Published/copyrightŠ by Nancy L. Scott

Spring

The rain falls softly to wash the snow away;
Making the Grass greener day by day.
On the trees, tiny leaves do appear;
A sign that spring will soon be here.

Up through the ground tiny flowers
pop through;
In the same places they have always grew.
Sending a fragrance to you and me;
Spreading their beauty for all to see.

And won't you stop and listen to that
sweet sound..
The singing of birds are all around.
Sending their music to all of us here;
Filling our hearts with sounds we
hold dear.

The beautiful colors, the sweet music
to our ear;
What a wonderful sight for everyone here.
All this beauty, from generation
to generation,
Are all part of God's creation.

           Poem written by Nancy
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