SKYLINE
The mountain range
Under the
flaming sky
Crossing the bridge
A river runs wild.
Over the ridge
The mighty wind blows
In the Western skies
There is peace
upon the meadows.
The painted
hills
Dusty old roads
Stacked up boulders
The mountain plateaus.
In the meadow grass
There is peace
Blackening
of the sky
Lightning striking the trees.
The mighty wind blows
A river runs wild
Clouds with a silver lining
Resting upon the earth.
Dedicated to my Father
Henry A. East
12-5-1923 11-22-1997
Sherry Little
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This is my mother and Father
This picture was taken during the war
My Mother traveled on a train
To come and see my father
His
ship came into the Long Beach Harbor
They spent some time together
Before
my dads ship sails off.
Tears streaming down their faces
Not
knowing if they will ever be together again.
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The circle of love.
My youngest sister Sandy sticken with cancer
A family that prays together will stay
together.
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