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Babe's poems

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AT SHADY LAKE

I love to watch the painting of dawn
Shine through the trees in red and gold
The way it seems to touch the sky
With its colors bright and bold.
I love to watch the painting of dusk
Across the Lake in December.
Summer's purple shadows give way to winter's orange and red
Make sunsets to remember.

Beulah Iris by permission

LET'S GO BACK

Come with me where the sumac grows.
Down the road where Shady Lake flows.
Come and smell the scent of Pine.
And view Wild Morning Glory vine.
Let's go barefoot in the Lake
Childhood treasures we can take
Build some castles in the sand
And pretend it's a magic land.
Come, let's go down memory lane
And pretend you're little ones again.
I can walk these ways alone
And remember the days that are now gone.
And think back on those happy years.
Smile a little through my tears.
Wonder what will happen later on
Of Shady Lake, when we are gone?
Who will walk where the Sumac grows?
Down the road where Shady Lake flows.

Beulah Iris by permission

LIFE IS LIKE THE SEASONS

Autumn leaves come tumbling down
Yellow, orange, red and brown.
The trees are shedding their lovely gown
And gently cover all the ground.
It's sad to see the leaves stripped bare
All winter long, with nothing to wear
Except snow and ice twined in her hair
Acting like no one will even care.
Life is the same--we're all decked out
Young and pretty-could always shout
With glee, for the carefree life about
We'd never turn from this happy route.
But like the trees, our lives are stripped
Of all carefree times we tripped
And fullness of life that we have sipped
Seem futile and empty, all is zipped
Oh well, we know it's just a phase
Spring will come in, all ablaze.
Our spirits renew, we love the days
And then to God we give our praise.

Beulah Iris by permission

AUGUST BLUES - 1976

Today I felt a great despair
When I started up to climb the stair
With all the beds in a row up there
And not a grandson anywhere.
When yesterday, all three were here
And slept up there in imagined fear
Where ghosts and werewolves 'round corners peer.

Then giggles and laughter, all full of cheer.
Grant me the courage, dear Lord, to bear
The years to come, when they won't be there.
And I'll relive those days so fair
When those three boys were everywhere.

Beulah Iris by permission


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