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   StrawberryThe sun seems to beat down on me, Even in the shade of the tree. My hair feels pasted to my head; All of a sudden, something stirs the hot air. At first, I don't feel it, But I stand up. Suddenly, it touches me. It feels wonderful As the refreshing breeze touches my face, It seems to beckon me As I follow it, My eyes are drawn to a tiny bright spot In the moss. I stoop down as my fingers reach out To touch it. It seems too fragile. I dare not take it -- Yet it slips into my hand, Giving itself up to me. And then it's in my mouth And my whole body suddenly feels refreshed By its juicy, sweet, delicious goodness. I feel freed from the hot summer day. Thank you, mother earth, for your small But wonderful Gift. Taryn Hill Date: 1994 |
 My name is Norma. I'm married to Lionel. We have 5 kids - Taryn, Sarah, Robyn, Wendy and Peter, and one grandchild, Tony. At the moment, I am teaching French and Home Economics at a Christian School. I also enjoy writing, reading, facilitating Christian study groups, exercise, gardening, playing guitar, and a multitude of other interests.
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