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An Angel I Did See (Door, Heaven, Angel)
I walked up to the door
an Angel I did see,
it greeted me into Heaven
I was with my family.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Dec.17/2011
A Farmer And His Horse (Farmer, Horse, Plough)
He's tilled his soil through Spring
the farmer works really hard,
his horse works hard too
Winter snow, kept them on guard.
They waited all Winter
for the snow to melt,
so they could play in the dirt
the cold, they have felt.
The plough sits ready
to be hooked up to the horse,
there is more tilling to do
the farmer knows this, of course.
His rows are ready
to be planted with seeds,
planning for the Winter to come
the job is non-stop, yes indeed.
He waters his gardens
waiting for his crops to grow,
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A Farmer And His Horse (Farmer, Horse, Plough)
He's tilled his soil through Spring
the farmer works really hard,
his horse works hard too
Winter snow, kept them on guard.
They waited all Winter
for the snow to melt,
so they could play in the dirt
the cold, they have felt.
The plough sits ready
to be hooked up to the horse,
there is more tilling to do
the farmer knows this, of course.
His rows are ready
to be planted with seeds,
planning for the Winter to come
the job is non-stop, yes indeed.
He waters his gardens
waiting for his crops to grow,
(...)
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Autumn Leaves Of Gold (Leaves, Gold, Autumn)
The sky is a clear blue
leaves blow gently in the breeze,
Fall does take its toll
as leaves fall with ease.
Reds, oranges, yellows, and gold
leaves being blown everywhere,
cold days are certainly coming
the trees will be naked and bare.
Swaying in the wind
tree branches bend and bow,
not looking forward to the cold night
watching the sunset's evening glow.
Clouds of purples, pinks and reds
reflect the sun's radiant beams,
the moon is ready to smile
its light gives a brilliant gleam.
Autumn was slow to arrive
nights are starting to get cold,
I enjoy this time of year
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'Neath a weeping willow
stands a soldier's grave,
friends and family visit him
and thank him for the life he gave.
Every year that goes by
he is always remembered,
a poppy and wreath are carefully placed
questions are left unanswered.
Young ones ask questions
"Mommy and daddy, why is he dead?"
they try to reply, without crying
"Because of the bravery he lead."
The clouds grow dark
the air turns bitterly cold,
families remember the lives of loved ones
grin about the days of old.
The day is over now
families and friends, leave their loved one behind,
hoping that one day soon
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