A SONG OF MOTHER Oftimes I dream when Im alone, Of youth and childhood joys Ive known Of love and home and a kindly face That Ill remember all my days. She taught my childish lips to pray That prayer lives in my heart alway. When I was sad she made me glad, The dearest pal I ever had. Oh Mother, dear, so good and true, The tenderest love I ever knew. And as the fleeting years sped on, She smiled upon youths glorious dawn. Taught me to live unselfishly, To know the worth of honesty. She shared my joys, my hopes and dreams All through the years her goodness beams. She smoothed the little roughened ways And turned to sunshine, cloudy days. Oh Mother dear, so good and true, The tenderest love I ever knew. Her gentle voice echoes to me, Her kindly smile in dreams I see. And when temptation beckons me Her teachings haunt my memory, Help me to see with vision bright And keep me in the path of right. Oh, how can I such love repay Except I walk the narrow way. Oh Mother dear, so good and true, The tenderest love I ever knew. Anna A. Rosdahl. My Yankee Way They can ration my sugar and limit my soap,Or control my allotment of gas, I will get my old tires retreaded I hope, And my time battered auto will pass. I will cut nonessentials from all I consume, In Memoriam Charlotte B. Nelson Our beloved mother and grandmother who died May 16, 1939. Carlotta Brown, Arthur Syphers.In Memoriam Daniel Carling Payne In loving memory of Daniel Carling Payne, who passed away May 17, 1941: Safely Home I am home in heaven, dear ones, Oh, so happy and so bright! There is perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light, All the pain and grief are over, Every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, Safely home in heaven at last. Did you wonder I so calmly Trod the valley of the shade? Oh! but Jesus love illumined Every dark and fearful glade. And He came Himself to meet me In that way so hard to tread; And with Jesus arm to lean on, Could I have one doubt or dread? There, you must not grieve so sorely, For I love you dearly still; Try to look beyond earths shadows, Pray to trust our Fathers Will. There is work stilll waiting for you, So you must not idly stand; Do it now, while life remaineth You will rest In Jesus land. When that work is all completed, He will gently call you home; Oh! the rapture of that meeting. Oh! the joy to see you come! WIFE AND SON. MY MOTHER Today please forget dear mother of mine The sorrows of all the past years, Today just remember the joys and sunshine, Forgetting the rain and the tears, For well be remembering now, and always, The unequaled plane of your worth, And well be thinking today and all days Of the best little mother on earth. Naomi Cazier.Sandpit Ham Park Whose hearts you broke when you took those lives They will all be waiting to greet you when You are face to face with their murdered men. Stripped of your power and all alone, Standing at Gods own great white throne, Waiting for judgment, as judged youll be A judgment to last throught eternity, With the ghosts of women and children, too, Tortured and starved and slain by you. Oh, I would not want to have God judge me As Hell judge Hitler of Germany! Hitler of Germany, we shall meet In Gods good time at His judgment seat! Author unknown to me. Convoy Ships of the night, passing silently, Under the star hung western sky, Where do you go, and what do you bear Weapons of death, or men for the feud; Grimly your hulk holds the course straight ahead; Are you bearer of evil, or bearer of good? May you hasten the day when lights will burn bright, And men sail the seas with hearts unafraid; When ships, mercy bound, bring courage and hope To the sorrowing world, then our debt will be paid. No Pontius Pilate, we, standing aloof, But a merciful people sending our aid. Courtney E. Cottam. War Isolationist...Hell build a safe little home in the Middle West, Not too far Eastnot too far West. But safe from the oceans stormy shore Where he can hole in to rest and snore. Till the all clear sounds and the war is done, And hes able to tell the world We won! But hell hide away till they bury the gun Then he will crawl out to enjoy the fun. From his safe retreat he can bluster and rave How he adores the land of the brave! Hell carry the load with his usual zest From his safe little home in the Middle West. Rosa Lee Lloyd.