Michael GordonHICKWe struggle to smile in the Winter As you left us on the darkest of days. So we try to enjoy all the seasons In a number of different ways. Gentle Spring holds so many treasures Giving numerous reasons to please; With new life in hedgerows and farmyards And burgeoning leaves on the trees. Summer's sweet evenings are balmy The sun warms to dusks from the dawns The perfume of flowers gently rises From meadows and forests and lawns. Autumn's mellow season brings colours Exploding in riots of gold. Reflecting the sparks of November And the Harvest Celebrations of old. Then Winter brings us back to the fireside Sent inside by the storms and the frost To gather for Christmas celebrations And remember the loved ones we've lost. And so nature's sequence continues With its four treasured seasons each year. Though six cycles now separate us, In our hearts, dear Father, you're here. Margaret, Angie, Jennie and family
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