“Oh, what a beautiful night”
Snowing softly just sifting light
The starts won’t shine, the moon is thin as the evening hours are closing in
All the trees standing tall and clothed in white
While snow covered lakes and streams are out of sight. “Out in the distance voices ring
Along with the sound of a train rolling in
Skies will clear the moon will shine bright
“Oh, what a beautiful night” “Walking along the fluffy white stuff
Casting a shadow just isn’t’ enough
Must take part in this winter wonderland of God’s creation that is so grand
So much beauty for the eye to see
Because of God it is all free
The sky is clear the moon is bright
“Oh, what a beautiful night” Genevieve Bialke, Fridley
“Retirement is the icing on the
Cake of life.
Each piece savors its own
Special mem’ry! “Retirement, needs no time clock
Or momentous decisions,
That should have been acted on
Yesterday! Retirement, features, the privilege,
Of remaining in the mainstream,
Or gently drift to the shore
Of tranquility, to observe
God’s Creation! “The icing on the cake of Life,
Offers many flavor,
Choose the one you enjoy! Waldemar Sylwester
An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death’s agony, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With labored breath, he leaned against the doorframe, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven. There, spread out upon newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. Was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted; the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged and withered hand, shakingly made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife. “Stay out of those, they’re for the funeral.” submitted by Marlen Hagen, New Hope
I guess I must be getting old
At least that’s what I have been told
Instead of discussing current affairs
I make people relax, as they sit in their chairs
To listen to my tales of woe
And true stories about characters of long ago
When a lot of people were very poor
It was hard to keep the wolf away from the door.
But life went on as we struggled through
And they told stories just like me to you,
Life must go on, and we hope it will
We would not get far. If we all stand still
But now and again as your plodding along
At some time or other you sing an old song
While you are singing, your memory might stray
Back to a happy event, on one special day
You see, these are all memories, of the past we have known
We usually remark, how the time has flown,
So as we go forward and move with the times
Looking back now and then, can stimulate our minds. Matt Colford, St. Louis Park
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