What If by Kayla (11 years old)

What if you lost your love?

What if you lost your home?

What if you lost  your family?

What if you lost your job?

What would you do?

Pray to the Lord of course

cause He loves us

to the end………

if you need to find someone to talk to…

talk to the Lord.


Time is Fast by Kayla (11 years old)

Time is short.

Time is near.

Time is here.

Time is hardly anywhere.

No time to hang around.

Time runs fast.

So do it fast.

Don’t do it slow,

and hope for time.

Time  runs off the clock,

so choose to always

cherish every minute and

take the day slow.

Night of Light by Kayla (11 years old)

Love is night.

Night is light and

 everything is silent.

Nothings here.

Nothings there.

I sit and watch to see someone.

I sit and cry and hope for light,

and pray to the Lord to help.

So now everything  is bright

as light and for now

and always I am never alone.


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Feather In The Wind By: Ash 2011

Someone asked me once, what is love like?

I simply said, ‘tis like the feather on a windy day.

Can go unnoticed, floating by in a simple breeze.

Stopping on a windowsill, for a tiny peak.
It’s fragile and can be tattered

if there is no one to protect it.
Yet the wind never lets go and

 takes it onward across the busy road.

Just as the wind blows, so the feather may flow.
If you’re lucky enough to see it…

You’ve been sent a blessing.
For those of us that spy’s the feather,

so we have been touched.

It leaves us with a smile and a wonder,

 possibly a tender embrace Will a wait.

The feather is simple.

 It shows life is pure.

The dove that could have dropped it may have had you or I in mind.

 “Some one out there needs the warmth of love.”

Where the feather will end up, not for me to say.

 But if I see it, I’ll let you know.

Step out to the curb on a windy day.

 For the feather in the wind, just may decide to flow your way.


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LEGION By: Ash 2011

 When you look at a soldier’s footprints

 How many do you see?

 Do you see one set?

 Or do you see many?

 Do you wonder where they have walked?

 Do you wonder whom they have fought?

 Do you wonder whom have they carried?

 When you hear a soldier’s voice

 How many do you hear?

 Do you hear one? Or do you hear many?

 When you hug your soldier as he comes home,

 Do you hug one? Or do you hug many?

When you look into his eyes,

 How many souls do you see?

 Do you see one? Or do you see many?

 It doesn’t matter if you know only one.

 It doesn’t matter if you know many.

Yet they all serve many ways In many places.

 When you thank a soldier,

 Do you thank one? Or do you thank many?

 Are you proud of one?

Or are you proud of many?

 Years from now, on this date will his name be remembered?

 Will their names be remembered?

 As the footprints fade back into the sand,

 I remember a Legion of many men.

They put their lives on hold for me & mine.

 Some I know, Some I don’t. Some I never will.

 But it doesn’t matter.

For I pray for them all.

Legion is one. Legion is many

 In memory & honor of the standing & the fallen

 Of Sept 11. & there after

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