Attorney T. Morton McDonald, this city, has received from a former member of his Sunday school class at the First Methodist church, Lt. Frank Ammerman, Jr., of the U.S. Army Air Forces, the following poem, which Lt. Ammerman wrote. The Lieutenant is a son of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Ammerman, 527 South Gibson Street, this city, and is serving in the Pacific area.

 Our Father, Who art in Heaven,
 Give us courage and strength to win this war,
  Help us to know what we are fighting for,
  Protect and comfort us, that we may live,
  But if the supreme sacrifice we are asked to give;
  Then like your Son, help us to die,
  And then in peace and quiet lie.

   Our Father, I close this prayer to you
   With one my mother taught me that stills rings true:
   "Now I lay me down to sleep,
    I pray the Lord, my soul to keep;
    If I should die before I wake,
    I pray the Lord my soul to take."

A Prayer

My God in faith I come to thee,
To make one great but humble plea.
If it’s my destiny to go first, on
Death’s dark, lonely road,
I pray you Lord to let me rest
and wait for one I’ve loved the best.

She stood by me through all the years,
She shared my joys, she shared my tears.
She reared my children one by one,
To love thee and to love thy Son.

And when we reach that open door
Through which our loved ones passed before,
And when we see His kindly face
We’ll pray that by His wondrous grace
To enter Heaven side by side,
And in His joyous peace abide
Forever and together.

-Frank Ammerman Sr.

<font color="blue">Meditation on Maple Hill <font color="blue">

<font color="blue">I stood today on grassy ground
With maple shade trees all around
And gazed on markers row on row
For old friends I used to know.

<font color="blue">One is standing in its place,
My name engraved upon its face.
This tired old body, weak and worn
Struggling with life since it was born,
Will lie here safe from all harm,
Resting in Mother Nature’s arms.

<font color="blue">My soul by Death’s cold hand set free,
Will speed into Eternity.
Back to the place from which it came
To live in me and bear my name,
Its still small voice throughout my life,
Urging me upwards in its strife.

<font color="blue">I know my loved ones I shall meet
And kneeling at my Savior’s feet
Receive a recompense,
The joy of His approving smile now safe within His loving care,
Will spend eternal life up there.

<font color="blue">-Frank C. Ammerman Sr.