POETRY: American colors
AMERICAN COLORS
The mail is still silent
The flag is still flown
But red, white and blue
Are not all colors shown
There’s pink
And there’s orange
There’s PRIDE
And there’s gay
There’s Black
Yellow, Ivory
We must find a way
To bring us together
In our blessed USA
So, Happy Independence Day!
JEANNE RASCHKE
Lakeland
WHEN DEATH COMES
We get so emotional when death comes to
our door, we may even question
“Does God love me any more?”
Then I remember in the Bible, this verse comes
to me, “To be absent from the body
is to be present with the lord”
“For all eternity”
The Lord gives us a short time on this earth,
to live our lives, to choose right from
wrong, to see what has real worth.
Take each moment that God gives, to
choose the path you take, that will
be pleasing to our Lord, and when
death comes, with him you will awake.
Cherish each day you live, and live
it for the Lord, for it will change your
fate, love Him, trust Him, as you live
each day, it never is too late.
JEANIE BOYETTE
Winter Haven
SILLINESS
Such silliness I see in that old pair
Walking hand in hand down the groc’ry aisle.
Both must be in their eighties, all that gray;
And their clothes are two decades out of style.
He’s so feeble that he can hardly walk.
She can’t see beyond the end of her nose.
Neither of them can hear the other talk.
They stare at shelves. What to buy? Neither knows.
They’re like cartoon characters gone awry,
Bumbling here, stumbling there. Yet, both have smiles.
Seeing them, should I laugh or should I cry?
Neither, of course, for whatever their trials,
They show the only thing worth speaking of -
The pure silliness of being in love.
ROBERT P. TUCKER
Lakeland
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