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{JOURNAL WITH WDC give it 100 Remembering John.}
#911759 added May 26, 2017 at 1:01am
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{ 3 entries Writing a journal with WDCpro4 a Book }
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Christmas
The snow is in the ground
And tree tops sparkle and white A new day has adorned
Baby Jesus has just been born
Hush my child do not fret
Up in the sky
A star
Will guide man to where you are?
Children's toys on the floor
It's too cold to play outdoors Mama is in the kitchen
Preparing the festive spread
All her favourite recipes are in her head
The Christmas tree in the corner
Stands sparkly and looking grand These things we do on Christmas day to welcome Jesus into our homes to stay.
***
16
The Mill
The old mill still stands
Its propellers no longer go
And all around the weeds do grow
Orange sky up above
The mill stands all aglow
Lights up the history
When once it was working long ago
And the propellers round and round would go
***
17
Run Run Run Your Work Is Done
A picture of beauty
What a sight
Standing tall
Black as night
A coat that shines
And then he whines
In the field the horse stands
A powerful figure
And looking grand
Enjoy the freedom
Your working days are over
Your retirement just began
Run run with all you might
A powerful sight is the horse
With his coat as black as night 18
The waterfall
I walk along the path
That leads to the waterfall
In autumn with winds that gently blow
The gentle breeze in your hair
And branches on the trees will soon be bare
The colours of nature all around
And the beauty is magnified
With the roaring sound
As the water falls over rock on to the ground’s
***

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I remember
I wander by the old oak tree
Me my husband and me and family
I see your initials on the tree And I remember
When it was just you and me
On the branch, we would swing
Over the river
And sometimes fall in
The memories come flashing back and reality stop me in my tracks
I have a husband
You have a wife
But as I pass the old Oak tree
A little spark returns to me.
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