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By Don Orth of OliviaMy eyes itch todayShould I scratch them until they tear?Should I take the afternoon off and shop for a new pair? For now, should I use them only to stare, Then in the Fall, enter them into the Fair?If I use only one, would anyone...
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By Keri Schultz of AtwaterThere was a young maidenthe fairest of girls, whose long silken tresseswould flow down in curls. She’d run through the meadowsin laughter and play, in the woods thick with flowersshe’d sing and she’d pray. But soon she gre...
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By Beverly Schneider of New LondonYou all belong to some one who loves you will all there being.You are thousands of miles away from home facing fears, seeingand dealing with some life’s worst cruelties to Humanity.Keep your dreams deep in side of you, ...
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By Sharon Uchytil of AtwaterShallow is a heartThat has no loveFull or lightWhen it doesand cracks deepWhen shadowedwith sadness and sorrowBut the giver of Life mend a broken heartwith Peace that opensa door today and into tomorrowSo open the doorLet the l...
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By Beverly Schneider of New LondonThere is a log up at Mount CharlestonI call it my thinking treeI can sit and contemplate every thing in my lifethat’s so dear to meMy mind could be filled with worries, or clouded with this or thatBut when I sit on that...
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By Danielle Elwood of GlenwoodTell me how I’ll be okay, help to make me see,when every milestone that she makestakes her further away from me.No more diaper changes, no more feeding times.She can brush her teeth on her own,and she combs her hair just fi...
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By Ruby Nelson of Parkers PrairieWe truly know there is a God. Who reigns supreme above-A God who is omnipotent a God who shows great loveA God who is compassionate on every form and way.A God who listens to our prayers we offer each new day.A God who...
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Author UnknownHezron the Cat was a merry old boyAnd man, he liked to chew on his catnip toy.All of us were blessed by his presence;Precious times for our convalescence.Mary Mullen was his “mama,” you can say,And she cared for this cat in a grand way.H...
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By Jan King of FreeportAs morning is forthcomingAnd sleep definitely is not.My minds a blaze with facesWho have slid into my thought.Not just one, no not just one,Many faces that I know.They come in quick, leave as fast,Like a running picture show. Now wh...
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By Doris Carlson of WadenaRemembering...It was special as a child tohave a gathering at Lake Michigan,and in the evening, fun at a nearby park.When our kids were young, going to Dad’s hometown, Dressing in costumes for the Nashwauk parade,Playing games ...
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By John Schroeder of AlexandriaWhen retirement becomes tiresome, And I don’t know what to do,The question still remains...Must I really, really do...Or is it safe, for me to say...I’ll just be...if I may....
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Tribute to my favorite books as a childBy Jan Devick of GlenwoodThis is a place to which I was drewthe tall blue Spruce on the farm where I hatchedWas a great place for shelterThough sometimes it scratchedSnipping bare twigs with an old rusty scissorClear...
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By Mary Anderson of AlexandriaDoing for others you forget about yourselfDoing for others you won’t put your Life on a shelfDoing for others you please the Lord aboveBy doing for others you demonstrate His love....
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By LuElla Sievers of AlexandriaI awakened to a photographic viewShe sat at the window in gay “Pari”Penning her memoirs as she gazed o’er the balconyDawn’s early light was setting the moodAs she sat viewing the neighborhoodShe beheld the ancient be...
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By Vern Fetterer or StarbuckBe Kind-to-your mindThose naughty wordsShould never be heard“Swearing”Is not caringIt’s like painfulAnd Poison dartLeaving a serious woundRight in the heartOften keepingGood friends apartSo let us do our bestTo show the r...
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By Helen Kuester of AlexandriaIsn’t it interesting, there seems to be-A challenge of some kind every dayBut it’s how we accept and deal with itDepending on God as we pray,Things have a way of straightening outWhen we give our cares to him, To us it se...
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By Judi Jansen of Sauk CentreI’m noticing people’s faces lately. The world is getting more beautiful every day… With people’s faces carrying lines and wrinklesof happy hours in happy days… How boring the world would be t...
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By Keri Schultz of AtwaterGrandma I remember when,things all seemed so simple then.Swinging high to touch the skychocolate chips and apple pie.The times I'd lie upon your lapyou'd stroke my hair, I'd take a nap.And when I'd fall and skin my ...
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By Gloria Himle of HutchinsonMy love blooms for mother because for over 60 seasons she has been a faithful gardener.Her garden is not made of soil, but of her children.With great enthusiasm she encouragement cultivated every hint of new growth. Mother per...
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By Keri A Schultz of Atwater Flesh of his fleshand bone of his bone God knew that manshould not be alone. A woman for manof rib from his side, this form made of claywith God’s breath inside. Not a bone of his headthat o'er him she’d rule n...
