Their sweet yellow faces
as bright as the sun
their stems, thin and graceful
and still everyone

Think they are weeds,
try to chase them off
But if you walk through the woods
You'll find their secret spot

A little green meadow
That's filled with their beauty,
their happiness and joy,
and such wonder that few see

The blossoms, alive
blink and sway in the breeze

White snow is falling.

The white doves are singing.

The children are playing.

The dog is watching.

With all of these things that are happening,

The horse is only staring

From his lonely pasture.

No friends,

No grass,

No children squealing and playing beside him.

Just staring.

Only staring.

But the cat is daring.

So I was at camp.
And it was fun!
There was an Ice cold lake!
And Friends that you don't see very often!
And the last day a ton of people where crying(including me) cause God had touched lots of our hearts.
weather we where baptized or not!
There was this one kid there who was an example a great example to me!

I thought I saw you walking next to me, as I stepped upon the Chapel floor
Turns out I was wrong though, for what I saw was only the Chapel door.
I thought I heard your voice behind me, and so I quickly glanced around
But I was wrong once again… and the bare wooden pew was all I found.
I thought I saw your small red car, while we were on our way back home

Once upon a time there lived a boy named Michael Grant, who was the youngest of three children. He was ten years old, and his two oldest sisters were sixteen, and twelve; their names were Philomena and Edith. He had a mother and father, whose names were Marie and Luke Grant. Michael also had a Saint Bernard dog, who was two and a half years old.