Barbara Lee
Dear Barb, I remember the good times,
Working hard and calling it fun.
We toiled as a team making Christmas wreaths,
So proud of our efforts when done.
We each served as Garden Club President
And handled it all with finesse,
Took turns as District Director
And on to State Board, no less.
Together we managed the flower show
At county fair for eleven years,
And then we took classes together,
Learned to judge the works of our peers.
"I'll go if you'll go", was our motto.
We toured and we judged and we played.
We laughed and we partied together
And there were the times that we prayed.
We shared some of life's saddest moments.
And we shared the happy times too.
I count you as one of God's blessings,
With my final goodbye to you.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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