|SSgt Karl G. Taylor, Sr. Detachment 1084|
Poetry by the late Hildegard Weber
The American LovegiftI spent with my Grandma and her kitty
A Christmas vacation in the City,
On the lovely hills of Saxony,
Which then was called "East Germany."
Said Grandma, "Come on, Hildegard,
Let's feed the birds in our little yard.
They stalk around on their cold little feet
Without one morsel of foot to eat."
We watched, as they gobbled their kernels down.
They looked so exited! Not one wore a frown.
When suddenly, that horrible noise!
"Good Heavens!" yelled Grandma; she lost all her poise.
"The armies are coming! I just can't believe
They're out to kill us on Christmas Eve!"
We dashed down the shelter in utter despair,
Before the bombs would be dropped from the air.
But there was no fire. There was no explosion.
And the planes disappeared without further commotion.
"Dare we look?" whispered Grandma, "and go back in the yard?"
"Why, there's a tree!" yelled Hildegard
"A Christmas tree! That's what it is.
It's been years since we've had something like this."
And as long as I'll live, I'll always remember
That American Lovegift in December.
Thank you, American soldier boys.
You could've brought terror
But you brought Christmas joys.
An now that I'm a citizen of the dear U.S.A.
"God Bless America!" I solemnly pray.
Easter GreetingsOur God can do such wondrous things
He does them every year.
He turns our winters into springs
And warms the atmosphere
The little crocus breaks the ground
To kiss the morning sun;
The song birds frolic all around
Their nesting has begun.
The barren fields shoot forth their sprouts;
The lilac stands in bloom.
The splendor of the blossoming trees
Expels all winter's gloom.
And as the earth renews itself
And rises to perfection
Should not our spirits, hearts, and minds
Turn towards the direction.
When Mary came to the grave that morn'
Of the great Resurrection Day
And angels stood at the empty tomb
And she heard the angels say:
"He is not here! He is not here! He is not here!
He's risen! He's risen from the grave!
Go, tell it on the mountain!
Go, shout it from the hill!
Let it echo through the valley:
He lives! He always will!"
He arose! He arose!! He arose!!!
Lord, Heal Our Land!
Our hearts are filled with pity
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