This is a very special page. I feel that we have a gift of
writing. I have found a few in my family that have written
either stories, poems, reports and other personal writings
they have done. I will post them on this page.

The Dove

By: Linda Murawski

Here I sit this brisk November, with autumn just a dying
ember, listing things I must remember when I go out to the
store. For Christmas time is drawing ever closer, heedless
of the weather and of poor folks who have never shopped in
winter's snow before.

I shop for gifts and cards and candy, always with my lists
kept handy, so I won't forget the dandy friends I knew in
days of yore. And in addition to my shopping, cards and
letters keep me hopping. Soon the postman will be dropping
Seasons Greetings at your door.

As the wondrous day draws nearer, time and money growing
dearer, take some time out from the furor to remember what
the day is for.

It's not just jingle bells a-ringing, Christmas carols we'll
be singing or even thoughts of gifts he's bringing, when
Santa and his reindeer soar. Though these things can really
please us, let us not forget that Jesus came to earth that
night to free us, that is why I must implore...

Let us thank God for the pleasure granted us, and every
treasure. Let us use His Son to measure our own worth when we
keep score. And when you raise your glass to toast, recall
the gift that means the most Sweet Dove of Peace, forever
more.

This is written from my daughter Heather Ashcraft. She had
to do a report in school and she did an excellent job. I
I would like to share with you her report. It is on the
Pony Express. Please click on the view button to go to the report.

heather

I hope you enjoy her report.

"MY DAD AND ME"

By

Melissa (Pipkin) Munoz

Full of life he bounced me on his knee,
Little did I know that's not how it would always be.

Memories of my dad in my heart go deep,
Good times and bad all of them I'll keep.

From our walks and talks to matching my outfits with his hats,
I was daddy's little girl there's no argueing that.

As mom and dad went their separate way,
My love for him silently sat at bay.

Phone calls and birthday cards suddenly had more meaning,
They seldom came but left my insides beaming.

News of his illness left my insides feeling hollow,
I love you and miss you was all I could say- for there would be no tomorrow.

He passed away while I thought he slept,
My future would forever be different and so I wept.

Over the years I've been ablt to go on,
Because after all there's nothing stronger than a father-daughter bond!


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