Ida Oaks 1827-1919

Ida Oaks 1827-1919 John gave me a good home. Not one with plumbing and power, But one with a solid slab, and a full well. And while living in this Quaker homestead, We found that life was precise and persistent. But it pleased me to provide good food, and Medicinal solace for my meager family. Through those unyielding years we learned To accept the twists and turns of fate, And to continue the never-ending bows to prayer. Death was a returning customer indeed, but We learned to be silent, stoic and still, When sovereign Lord Yeshua silently paid a call. But we had indeed found paradise out west, Out here in tranquil Whittier town! Where it never snows at winter, And the hills here burgeon with wild flowers! But God was good to us, And John worked hard to provide a good life for me. But, Oh! To smell again, just one more time, The wonderful heavenly fragrances Of ten thousand Valencia blossoms, All crowned with white dancers at springtime!