Come sit awhile with me
Come sit awhile with me
on the porch of ages past,
and drift back in hazy time, to be with the ones of old,
How the old ones may have lived
to hold them now, in how they lived and died.
Final resting place for my great grandparents; hope it’s a good sermon. 🙂
“Comforts were few in eighteen-fifty-five,
They got up at dawn and they had to strive
With element and enemy to keep alive
And were lucky if they lived to woo and wive
In the early, early days. ….
History tells us they were hard and bold;
They carved out forests and they dug for gold,
But many died young and some died old…
from The Early Days by Basil Dowling
With healing and love,
Gallivanta
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- With love
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- and healing
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