From:  Robert Kale   
Bismarck, North Dakota

a poem

"For RUTH"

With the embers of my winter fire burning low,

I heard the gentle sound of the wind past my window blow,

I saw the sunshine glistening off of the freshly fallen snow,

and when I heard The Lord call my name I just had to smile and go.

Robert J. Kale

written on 2010-02-27 18:44:44
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