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Going Fishing On a Summer Day (Nonet Trilogy)

Going fishing with a cane pole and
            a can of worms and hooks and a
             bobber too Down at the fish-
             ing hole there stand a might-
               y oak the best place to
                   fish and lie in
                     the shade of
                        the big
                          oak


          Down at the old fishing hole that dad
              and grandpa fished at before
              me is the best place on earth
                   Specially on a hot
                   summers day to fish
                    and swim and lie
                      in the shade
                         of the
                          tree


          Summer is the time for fun Playing
           with friends going swimming and
            fishing at the best place in
             the world is the old swim-
               ming and fishing hole
                It has been there
                   for a hun-
                   dred years
                      FUN

Copyright © Betty Lane | Year Posted 2005



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Wildflowers (Nonet Trilogy)

A place to see wildflowers in great
 abundance is high in the mount-
  tains in a bright green meadow
      The sky is so blue and
        the flowers colors
         are so bright that
           you look at
             them in
               awe


Wildflowers grow in so many places with
      beautiful colors of different
       shades of colors such as red
         blue lavender pink white
          yellow Their are many
             kinds of flowers
                for us to
                 see from
                   God


God made the wildflowers for everyone
    to enjoy But first you have to
       slow down to look at them
      They come in many shapes and
            different colors
           you will find them
             in fields and
                roadside
                 ditchs

Copyright © Betty Lane | Year Posted 2005

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The Land Down Under

I have a friend and former classmate
and now she lives in the land down under.
She comes home every year in the 
summer for the class reunion
but I have not gone to any of them.
Would like to see her but most 
likely will not.  Did get a chance
to talk with her on the phone
last November when my father
died and it was nice to talk
with her.
Her name is Wilma she was
a very kind and good person.
I found out that she was born
in Australia so that was news
to me.
I also heard that she has the 
same thing that her mother
had those I'm not sure what
that was but it's not good.
So, I will keep her in my prayers
and hope she will get better.
The Father in Heaven knows
the answer to that.
But we can only hope and
pray to Him for her.
For this is my friend who lives
in the land down under.

Copyright © Betty Lane | Year Posted 2005

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Camping (Nonet)

Camping is a good way to get back
      to nature. Finding a spot
        setup camp and pitch a tent.
          Cooking and eating the
            food we caught fishing.
              Cleaning up and
                sleeping in
                  the tent.
                    FUN

Copyright © Betty Lane | Year Posted 2005

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Breeze

A soft little breeze
shaking the feathers
in the air
as the wings flutter
in the skies

Copyright © Betty Lane | Year Posted 2006



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Time

Time is an endless thing.  It goes on
and on always forward never back
once gone never to be relived for
time waits for no one or anything.
A second turns into a minute and
a minute turns into an hour and
an hour turns into a day and a 
day turns into a week and a 
week turns into a month and
a month turns into a year, 
this is a simple example 
of how time marches forward.

Copyright © Betty Lane | Year Posted 2005

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Then and Now

Looking back to the old west I can see
the open plains with the tall grass
weaving in the breeze and the clouds
floating high in the sky.

In the distance there is a cloud of dust
coming from a herd of buffalo on the run.
The reason they are running I do not know
but they are coming fast hopefully they
will stop at the tall grass to eat.
For there is a thousand or more of them.

In the distance I can see there are men upon
horses with bow and arrows in amongst the herd
they are the hunting party from a village near by.

For the people of that village need food and clothing
from the mighty buffalo to survive.  They take just
what they need and no more.  For they know how to live
with nature, not against it.  For this reason I admire
them.  They were very smart in the ways of nature
more so than we are now days.

They believed in the Great Spirit and Mother Earth
and a lot of other spirits or gods.  They also believed
in visions.  Something now days, if we get them, we just
dismiss them and go on with our lives.
Prehaps if we took heed of them we would not be in the
state that we are.
But who am I to say anything about this subject for
I am nobody.  I do wish and pray that we will come back
and start to use our good common sense before it is to
late.
This is just my opinion.

Copyright © Betty Lane | Year Posted 2005


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