DEAR READERS: The following poem was written by a longtime reader, the late Jean Wells Rogers. In March of 2002, I printed a poem she had penned titled, "Old-Timer's Bedtime," which contained the heart-warming lines: "We're old and we're wrinkled, but why should we mind? We sleep like two trees -- our branches entwined."
Today, I'm sharing another one of her treasures because it is both timely and relevant. Enjoy!
APRIL 1
No one goes hungry
All people are fed
The oceans are clean
Lake Erie's not dead.
The Irish aren't fighting
The Arabs love Jews
The swords are now plowshares
Now ain't that good news?
The water's delicious
The air is so clear
On top of a mountain
You see to next year.
Couples stay married
Children are jewels
Sure got you going!
APRIL FOOLS!