Bible
My own Bible is what I need,
It's my prize for selling garden seeds.
I ordered my seeds, with pennies and dimes,
Back in the twenties, we had hard times.
The seeds arrived in special packets small.
I could not get my Bible, until I sold them all.
I pestered my family and neighbors,
Till all were sold.
I will buy just a few, I was so often told.
They planted the seeds, and plants came up tall.
They bloomed and grew vegetables till late fall.
Such a fine harvest, of a bountiful crop,
With plenty to share, and pop corn to pop.
I remember my prize and the day it came.
My tiny Bible was inscribed with my name.
I carried that Bible, where'er I did go.
A verse or two, I remembered,
Some words I didn't know.
Jesus Loves Me; this I know,
For that Bible told me so.
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Apple Blossom Time
I saw the robins in springtime,
As dawn came shining through.
I was awaken, by their presence,
As the earth soaked up the dew.
I saw the first apple blossom,
When dawn turned into day.
I was walking in my garden,
That brightened up my way.
I saw a beauty in my pathway,
As the day drew to a close.
Oh! what a beautiful sunset,
Painted blue, gold and rose.
A sunset, of a busy day so fine,
It filled my heart with gladness.
When robins come back again,
I know it's apple blossom time.
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Don't Cry
I'm not going to cry today,
Over the things I failed to do.
I'm going to sing a song,
And let the sun shine through.
I'm not going to worry;
If my song is not a hit.
I'm going to sing all the high notes,
As I rock and sit.
Life is too short, when you have lived long.
Don't worry about the tune,
Or where the words belong.
Just be happy, that you can hear, my song.
Sing some songs--old or new.
If you can remember,
The first love song, sang to you,
Did it say that I'll forever be true?
Don't yearn for those days gone by.
Remember those Dear Loved Ones,
Are with the Angels on high. |
