Folk today want to know
who were their ancestors years ago
Some cannot trace them
to find out who they really are
I tell of one we can all trace
He was one of noble race
His ancestor was a man of fame
And King David was his name
Pauline is watching her daughter Chris
writing out her Christmas list,
in the USA lives auntie Kate
must not miss early posting date.
I will start with baby Roy
I know he will like a special toy,
a car brother James has named
he will get some special games.
A garden at harvest is lovely to see
with veggies, fruits, flowers as full as can be
and roses ,chrysanthemums and hollyhocks tall,
neat little borders with verbena small.
Carrots, potatoes, beans, peas, and beet,
but only the best ware good enough to eat.
As the solitude of evening steals across the sky,
I often think of people who live alone as I,
Sometimes I shed a silent tear and then I wonder why?
Surely there must be better things than to sit alone and cry.
I think of all of my problems where can the answers be?
Surely not in shedding tears so I make a cup of tea,
Then I look around my humble home and this is what I see,
The comfort of a friendly hearth and sweet serenity.
WHY DO WE DIE THE THREE GARDENS
In the beginning God had a plan,
In the garden of Eden he put the first man,
Adam did wrong-tempted by Eve,
From this garden they both had to leave,
God said to both because of your lie,
All born on earth will now have to die.
The second is a garden, yes man is to blame,
It fills us with sorrow and such bitter shame