The house amid the spruces and pines,
Had stood for several decades.
Many a story was told and written,
Experiences both pleasurable and difficult.
There were weather worn benches,
Where the seniors would sit and weave their stories.
Many miracles and blessings were experienced,
Generations thankful to be here.
Each summer they were luncheons and socials,
Blessed by the sunny and warm weather.
Gazebos where you could sit and have conversations,
With a good neighbour and companion.
Bazaars with delicious cooking and baking,
Treasures purchased inexpensively.
Many a romance came and went,
Sometimes the man and woman actually married.
The house read like an excellent novel,
Blessings from God and thankful to be.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Burning wide black shaded eyes
squint,steal a blurred glimpse
and shut as stinging tears
mixed with facial muck smear
Gazing in the bathroom mirror
my eyes teared honey lime until my vision became clearer
and the world became visable
sacred nightly ritual's
side effects of cheap sweet generic mess
Late night I gently applied honey lime
into fines lines , obvious signs of progressive aging
my taste in cheap facial care's always changing
The past proved new
generic solution unremoved
stick like crazy glue
There're awful goup imitations
causing severe skin irritations
they stricken faces with moles,
rashes and skin blotch discolorations
that clash with social circles
some are inexpensively hurtful
I tried to remove the sooth skin peel
sticky as glue as it congealed
my bleeding skin healed slow
and now blond peach fuzz grows
over healing scrapes,scratches,bruises,rashes
sores and blemishes it seems its side effects are endless
Heavy mascara and fake sunshine smiles
are the safest fashion style
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