Sunday, November 16, 2014
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Thanksgiving
The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway --
Thanksgiving comes again! ---Old Rhyme.
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway --
Thanksgiving comes again! ---Old Rhyme.
Labels:
autumn,
change,
friendship,
sanctification,
seasons,
temporal,
trust,
wind
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