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Amid our sprawling meadow stands a loafty blueberry tree.

Despite the years it has been a tree that grandpa loved.Like banners in a breeze,the guildon of� his homestead.

We called this blueberry tree "grandpa's tree"

Once under neath it's branches,when soft sunlight bathed your skin,me and grandpa would spend time under this tree just talking about stuff in our lives.

That tree will stand on and hold memories of our moments spent under that tree,grandpa has passed on now,but I will love that tree right on along with the memories of me and grandpa.

By satinlady

Come with me,along the sea and feel the breeze from the surf.Here I can lose myself with the waves.

The birds will spread their wings in rythem with the flow of the air.Come walk with me by the sea.

Maybe someday every one can see the beauty that I see.The gentle breeze sweeps by me,and I smell the aroma of the salt water.

Come walk with me along the sea,then my life will be over.

wrote by hilda

This one was wrote�about �a lady I cared for in the nursing home. She love the sea and wanted to be put there when her time came.

I Lay on a soft bed of sweet clover,with my head on a pillow of moss.��������������������������������������������������������������

It was cool and sweet in my leafy retreat, with a soft breeze blowing across.

I dropped all of my cares in the brook at my side,the ones that return with each day.

And I watched with a smile for just a short while, then the last one was gone and the brook hurried along,with its busy serene;

I lifted my eyes with a prayer to the skies, bits of blue through the flickering green.

The soft humming sound of the trees all around me,

met the green and gold fragrance of noon,

For a while it was mine,and sweet peace devine,

I sweared it was heaven in June.

������� By Satinlady

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There are times when you feel like you're stuck somewhere or in something and you don't know anything about it. You are inexperienced and don't know what to do, but God let's us walk through those troubles to let us know that it's best that He should lead the way. So stand up, and give Him all your troubles and worries, and I promise you that you will find peace. But as a warning, walking down the correct path isn't easy. In fact, there are times when you fall and don't feel like getting up anymore, but you must keep going because everlasting joy and peace awaits you at the end of this dark, confusing,and treacherous valley we call "mortality."�� Hold your head high for you were, are, and always will be victorious in Christ.

Theres nothing like the a country lane,waxed to a shine with Autmn rain,or buried deep beneath the glow of moonlight mixed with winter snow.Stream flowing with peace and a sunset casting against the sky with a the golden colors of the summertime� sun.

The rain falls mainly from heaven ,on the green grass here on earth.....There is joy in the family of the rain,sometimes pain can cause tears to fall like,just likethe falling of the rain,the ways of�this world will always be�changing,no matter what.But if we are sad,we can walk in�love like a dove,and the rainwill continue to fall from heaven.�

by hilda

What am I afraid of and why?

I'm afraid of being alone. I'm afraid that I will end up alone. I have been hurt and I think part of me has come to believe that people always let you down.. they always leave. No one loves you enough to stick around or to stick it out. I guess because of that I push people away. I dont let them get close to me to hurt me.. I dont let them in.. I dont let them get to know me. As a result of this, when people do like me I dont think much of it because they dont know the real me, because I've hidden it from them. Every once and awhile I let my guard down,and spurts of the real me come out. Times like that make me wonder what is real about me. There is a part that is hidden, who I like to believe is the real me and then there is the brave face I present to the world. Yet, if that is the face that is seen most often, isnt it entirely possible that this new false me has replaced the old. Is�the new photocopied version the truth? Its hard to have identity and self worth when there are two conflicting sides. I guess because I push people away so much I worry that my worst fear will come true. People dont often surprise you and if I believe that everyone always leaves then most likely, they will. Loneliness is something I seek so often and yet its not what I want at all. Maybe more than loneliness, my worst fear is putting myself out there. Even more scary than being lonely and rejected is finding someone who wants to stay. I dont know what real love is.. I dont fully understand commitment and sacrifice.� I know what loneliness is because I've been there. Maybe my worst fear is the uncertainty of companionship. I'm scared to let someone get to know me because I worry what they might find.

Apple blossom and cherry trees,

���� Butterflies and honeybees,

�Days filled with play and fun.

������ Dogs barking and cows lowing.

�Grandma baking and gardens growing,

������ Horseback riding and new mown hay,

Carefree days of fun and play.

������ These are the days I like to remember,

�From early June until September.

������� Barefoot,blue jeans,and peasent blouses,

� Summer days at Grandma's house.

�By: Hilda

AKA�satinlady

The mountain is majestic,���������������

as it reaches to the sky;

At times it seems to bow its head,

To let the the clouds go by.

The sun in all its glory,

peeks over itsjaded domicile,

and struggle in their nests.

The rippling of the clear cool stream,

Is music to my ears.

Polished by the years.

To those who has trod,

And no other thing can guite compare

To this masterpiece of God.

����������� By:Satinlady