A Summer Night Poem
Roof-tapping on a quiet night;
soothing sounds at midnight.
A feeling of freedom from cares;
the rain speaks to our hearts
We cuddle closer and drift along,
drops singing our souls' song.
All is heaven here it appears.
The rain speaks to our hearts.
We long for the soft gentle rains,
of summer on the great plains,
and the loving dreams it shares
The rain speaks to our hearts.
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A Thank You For Giving
To our hungry humble home came
a small lady with snowy white hair.
Like a healer of the sick and lame
she brought giving and love there.
Canned foods and bread stuffing,
yams and mix for cornbread muffins,
two big freshly baked pumpkin pies
brought tears to mother's grateful eyes.
At our house it had been a hard year,
with no fattened turkey or cranberry,
not a lot of thanks giving and cheer.
Our visitor seemed angelic, at least a fairy.
When we sat down to feast that day,
we bowed our heads as always to pray.
A special prayer was offered for this stranger
for protection from He born in a manger.
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