What job is there that we must do
Before our turn in life is through ?
A gentle thought a kindly word
No anger sought no plea unheard
One simple wish to understand
Be there to lend a helping hand.
Remember that we’re all the same
Except in color, size and name.
But underneath we bleed alike
From head of state to smallest tyke !
A gusty wind has caught my breath
Acknowledging that summers death
Arrived too soon without reserve
Denying us time we deserved
To help prepare for autumns call
And all the chill that comes with fall.
We’ll winter through until the spring
When once again each bird will sing
And bulbs that slept the seasons through
Will waken with their golden hue
To sprout their shoots and pierce the ground
Displaying earths great beauty found.
Persephone may reappear
To bring us summer joy and cheer
Though we must wait appointed days
Ere we will feel those warming rays,
There dwells within the cycles ring
The blessings that Gods care does bring !
Claire V. Bogdanos 