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THE FAMILY GATHERING
On a hill covered with winter grasses
Overlooking a spring fed stream
The solemn man stood in silent thought
Spellbound by a warm winter's dream
A brisk winter wind teases his face
As dark storm clouds turn the sky gray
He watches his small children far below
Lost in the adventures of play
Spring's warm secrets were experienced here
Like a brand burned deep in one's soul
Family outings shared in summer's warm sun
Picnics on a blanket by the knoll
The thoughts grew so real within his mind
He could almost smell spring's sweet scent
Relived were sunny summer afternoons
Until all his memories were spent
He summoned the children back up the hill
They scampered to the wagon's bed
Wet cold rain spilled from heaven's gray sky
Like it did the day he was wed
He glanced down at the cold wet earth
And questions the meaning of life
He reads the inscription on the headstone
'Beloved mother, and loving wife'
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