October 13, 2008

• Fall

  Leaves

  How silently they tumble down
  

  
  And come to rest upon the ground

  

  
  To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
  

  
  Beneath the trees without a care,

  

  
  Content to sleep, their work well done,
  

  
  Colors gleaming in the sun.
  

  At other times, they wildly fly

  Until they nearly reach the sky.

  

  Twisting, turning through the air

  Till all the trees stand stark and bare.

  

  Exhausted, drop to earth below

  To wait, like children, for the snow.
  by: Elsie Brady

  Pumpkin Poem
  One day I found two pumpkin seeds.
  I planted one and pulled the weeds.
  It sprouted roots and a big, long vine.
  
  
  A pumpkin grew; I called it mine.
  The pumpkin was quite round and fat.
  (I really am quite proud of that.)
  
  
  But there is something I'll admit
  That has me worried just a bit.
  
  
  I ate the other seed, you see.
  Now will it grow inside of me?
  
  
  (I'm so relieved since I have found
  That pumpkins only grow in the ground!)
  
  (Check out Lorelei's little pumpkin inside the heart.  And yes, Lorelei is now the dress-up girl )
  

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  A quick prayer request to add...
  Many of you have become acquainted with my friend, Trish (Tessitura).  She had to have hernia surgery today.  It was a pretty sudden thing. 
  The surgery went well and she is doing fine.  But I know she would covet your prayers as she recovers.
  

  
   
  

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