If you believe in God, alert to greed and sin,How often have you wondered this: Where has He been?”The truth is this—He’s been around more than you think,If He were there in front of you, He’d simply wink.That wink would tell you—look around, if you need proof,For there’s enough, decidedly,
I know that in your mind you understand the words you read,And that is most important in this realm of human need;But how you then interpret them, in what they mean to you,May change the author’s intent altogether…oh!, so true!So take a bit more time in reading Christmas cards you
So our Thanksgiving HolidayIs just another work-filled day,Because, at least, you get a perkBecause somebody has to work.That latter part, you must confess,Is what, each year, you must address.They do not have to ask you twiceBecause the extra pay is nice,Of course, there is the family touch–They never see, of
What validates Thanksgiving in your mind;I mean, it’s innate value, so consigned?For how you look at it denotes its worth;Perhaps conscripting knowledge of its birth.May I suggest, however, my own view,Where our Thanksgiving is observed anew.For had it not been for the most devout,This holiday would not have come about.But
Since this does not require it done with some affection,Nor do we have to look at it with some reflection,I guess it’s all right if we try to seek perfection.The trouble is, all efforts will require inspectionMost likely always seeing changes in direction.Most likely, also, we’ll have trouble in selection;Each
This year is nearly done, will soon be history,We look back on it now, discern what came to be,Recall what we thought then, if and when that changed;But see, in hindsight now, how far emotions ranged. We gauge each story again, and stagger its import;No matter how or why, your
Americans do love their Independence Day,And celebrate it in their own self-chosen way.Traditions have been coined to help us celebrate,But otherwise the choice is ours, and so we state.What must be seen here is the independence vein;We do it our way, either join in or refrain.There are so many plaudits,
For more than two hundred and thirty yearsOur Constitution has performed quite well,Through all our triumphs, heartaches, blood and tears,It has been front and center through every spell. In truth, it does not subjugate at all;But that is where a basic danger lies.It succinctly makes Liberty its call.Which we, the
I’d like to thank all those whose first thought is to give;The ones who auction their own lives so others live.There is but one descriptive term–humanities!It is not done to garner praises aimed to please.There is a crisis, there is need, that’s all she wrote.There is no greater accolade we
I guess you can say I’m a weirdo of sorts;Refusing to think the way everyone courts.I’m speaking of how you define certain things—Like beauty, for instance, responses it brings. If it’s good to look at—I mean really good,Most label that beauty, think all of us should.But beauty, to me, is
You know the average Leprechaun is small; The average just above your knee is all. In every other aspect though you’d see They are like us in their anatomy. There are some differences, like pointed ears, But nothing obvious, so it appears. Their craftiness and penchant to connive Have been
In celebration of National Poetry Month, April, the Fox Valley Music Foundation will be host to a call for poems. This call is open to any student writer, kindergarten through college, currently residing in the Fox Valley region of Illinois. Submission deadline is 5 p.m., March 31. No exceptions! Each
Just look at you. Where have you been? And don’t give me that silly grin. How can you get so dirty quick?— Whatever dirt you touch must stick. My goodness, you are such a sight, They wouldn’t know that you were white. Okay, upstairs, get in the tub. I’m sure,
