My garden of verse . EAINBOW RAYS OF OTHER DAYS Rainboiv Rays of Other DaysOn youthful, Mppy hours Leave golden beams across those drcanusReflecting memorys EAINBOW RAYS OF OTHER DAYS 9 EAST GRACE STREET Back over the years I trip with joy To those days that are no more,When my brothers and I played hide and seek In a yard of the long ago. Where today only part of the old house stands,Where we first saw the light of day; Where we romped through the fun of Santa Clausland,And rollicked with laughter and play. AVhere the woman who nurtured and loved us, A mother who was a saint,Sat in
My garden of verse . EAINBOW RAYS OF OTHER DAYS Rainboiv Rays of Other DaysOn youthful, Mppy hours Leave golden beams across those drcanusReflecting memorys EAINBOW RAYS OF OTHER DAYS 9 EAST GRACE STREET Back over the years I trip with joy To those days that are no more,When my brothers and I played hide and seek In a yard of the long ago. Where today only part of the old house stands,Where we first saw the light of day; Where we romped through the fun of Santa Clausland,And rollicked with laughter and play. AVhere the woman who nurtured and loved us, A mother who was a saint,Sat in the cool of the evening In a garden lovely and quaint. Where her spirit communed with the her influence, lofty and fine. Cast a spell oer the children she music that echoes through time. This old fashioned garden, secluded. With specimens fragile and planted and brought to perfection By one whom we called Grandpere. A fun-loving soul and a doctor; A physician who filled every need; , A soldier, veteran, author; A congenial companion, indeed. A botanist, teacher and surgeon, AVhose bills bore the Red Cross? seal; Whose patients
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