Little Helping Hands

H is my little big helper :-)
She takes the folded clothes to the bedroom
They land on the floor in a heap but
She's a joy to watch when she runs to get more
She bows her head and swings her arms
just wanting to help

She spies the bags full of groceries
Veggie cans and fruit juice
She knows where they go in the cupboards
But to lift them takes all of her strength
So one at a time she laps, back and forth from cupboard to sack
I see what she's doing and come to help
Together we put the groceries away
She's such a good girl, my helper today!

01.24.08
By Suzanne Allen

My Beloved Country - by Lola Lingard

Why are my feelings so ardently stirred
Whenever the sound of a drum or a bugle is heard?
And the sight of a flag, unfurled and free
Brings gratitude for my beloved country.

Oh England, my England, what treasures untold
Are found in your castles and cottages old.
Your highways, and byways, and sweet country lanes,
Your theatres and cities and London-bound trains.

A quaint little village, a church with a steeple,
Cobblestone streets and warm friendly people.
Tall stately homes with carved oaken doors,
Crisp virgin snow on windswept moors.

No distance can take you out of my heart,
You've been there instinctively right from the start;
No time can erase you from my mind,
My thoughts to thee are ever inclined.

Traditions are many, and friendships are true,
And pride, love and loyalty just grew and grew.
That's why my feelings are ardently stirred,
Whenever a drum or a bugle is heard.