All Heaven’s filled with fiery colored hue

As dawn comes creeping to the earth once more.

And every blade of grass is wet with dew

That falls upon the earth from heaven’s door.

A bird is singing sweetly in its nest.

Its song awakes the sleeper from his dreams.

He looks upon a bright world at its rest,

All fresh and golden in the bright sun’s beams.

Yon distant lofty mountains’ shadows fall

Across the long and stretching prairie land.

Down by the stream, the trees grow straight and tall;

And in the breeze, their leaves dance hand in hand.

The sky is turning to a clear light blue

As thus the morning starts the day anew.

Lenora Elsie Ochsner (Moore)

1945 (High School)

Worry about nothing, pray about everything!!!