<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.

Advice

When I was young, and knew it all,
My father somehow had the gall,
To tell me I had much to learn,
My knowledge didn’t cause the earth to turn.

Of course I never listened much,
That vanity of mine was such,
That I couldn’t credit that old gent,
With wisdom and accomplishment.

I hadn’t then the sense to see,
That all of his advice to me,
Was good and wise, but now I know,
I wish that I could tell him so.

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