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Dreaming
My
home must have a high tree above its open gate.
My home must have a garden where little dreamings wait
My home must have a wide view of fields and meadow fair,
Of distant hill, of open sky, with sunlight everywhere.
My home must have a friendship with every happy thing.
My home must offer comfort for any sorrowing.
And every heart that enters shall hear its music there,
And find some simple beauty, that every life may share.
My home must have its mother may I grow sweet and wise.
My home must have its father with honor in his eyes.
My home must have its children. God grant the parents grace,
To keep our home thru' all the years, a kindly, happy place.
Rena M. Parish
Our Best To You
Our
best to you, may your dreams come true,
May old Father Time never be unkind,
And thru the years, save your smiles and tears
They are souvenirs; they'll make music in your heart.
Remember this, each new day's a kiss,
Sent from up above with an angel's love.
So here's to you, may your skies be blue
And your love blest, that's our best, to you.
Today
Today,
I've a dream that will soon come to me,
A house on a hill shaded by a tall tree,
A million tomorrows, shall all pass away,
But soon we will be in our home on a hill to stay.
United as sisters we'll live in our mirth,
Promoting good friendships 'round this whole wide earth.
We look to our home where gladness shall reign,
For we'll love it always, our home on Pioneer Lane.
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