Adam Michael Hill

"We're alike you and I
And we need each other.
Don't turn away but give me your hand
And for a time we can cease to be strangers.
And become who we truly are,
A family closer than blood.
United by a bond that was forced upon us--
But a bond that can make us stronger,
Still wounded and not sure,
But stronger because our sorrows are shared."
"WE NEED NOT WALK ALONE"
~ By Judy Dickey ~

~WISHING YOU A BLESSED FALL~

AUTUMN GLORY

AUTUMN BREEZE IS BLOWING
CHILL IS IN THE AIR,
LEAVES ARE GENTLY SWIRLING,
SCATTERED HERE AND THERE.
PEOPLE  CLAD IN JACKETS,
CIDER NICE AND HOT,
WIENER ROAST AND CAMPFIRE,
SURE DOES HIT THE SPOT.
FOOTBALL GAMES ON FRIDAYS,
FANS CAN NOW BE FOUND,
HUDDLED ROUND IN BLANKETS,
RIVALS COME TO TOWN.
WINTERTIME IS COMING,
LEAVES ARE BEIGN SHED,
LOVELY SHADES OF YELLOW,
TOUCH OF CRIMSON RED.
FROST IS ON THE PUMPKIN,
CHILDRE JUMB AND RUN,
DAYS ARE GROWING SHORTER,
GOLDEN FIELDS ARE SPUN.
GOD IS QUITE THE ARTIST,
PAINTS A CANAPY,
ADDS A SPLASH OF COLOR,
FOR EVERYONE TO SEE!!
          ....BY MARILYN FERGUSEN

hen somebody passes, a cloud turns into
   an angel, and flies up to tell God
   to put another flower on a pillow.

  A bird gives the message back to
   the world, and sings a silent prayer
   that makes the rain cry. People dis-
   appear, but they never really go away.

The spirits up there put the sun to
   bed, wake up grass, and spin the
   earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you
   can see them dancing in a cloud during
   the day-time, when they're supposed
   to be sleeping

They paint the rain-
   bows and also the sunsets and make
   waves splash and tug at the tide.
   They toss shooting stars and listen to
   wishes.

And when they sing wind-
   songs, they whisper to us, don't
   miss me too much. The view is nice
   and I'm doing just fine.