TITLE: FAMILY CIRCLE By shari frost 08/31/09 |
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FAMILY CIRCLE
A man named Harold seems to age,
Without a wife in sight;
But then he met a lady, Helen,
And took her for his wife.
A city woman raised and bred,
A farm house seemed a lot;
"I wonder why so many rooms?"
She never even thought.
First along came darling Sharon,
Followed close by brother Dave;
One year later came Dianne,
Three kids, three years, how brave.
Two years later, then came Gwenyth,
Tiny Roger, then Joanne;
Now complete our family circle,
Mom and Dad and all the gang.
Six kids to raise was quite a task,
Not often heard of in our day;
But many hands make light the work,
We'd often hear our Father say.
Dad would take us to the barn
And teach us all the chores;
We learned to feed the cows and chickens
To lift those bales and muck those floors.
In the house the girls were handy,
Washing, cleaning, sewing too;
In the kitchen, cooking, baking,
Mom taught the sisters as we grew.
Saturday evening time to gather,
Scrubbed and washed from head to toe;
Prep-ar-ation for the Sabbath,
Shiny shoes lined in a row.
Six kids plus Mom and Dad all ready,
In the big green car we'd pack;
Three in front seat, three in middle,
Two in rear, it faced the back.
Off to church on Sunday morning,
Back for evening service too;
In that car our voices blended,
Passing miles, oh how they flew.
So we learned to sing for Jesus
Worship God and praise His name
When the roll is called up yonder
May our Circle still remain.
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