The Seasons: A Poem

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Sunrise over Amazing Grasses Family Farm The mad Artist wields His brush, Painted colors rush, To life and give flush, Before the quiet autumn hush. The life seems to pour, As colors fall to the floor, To be seen no more, Outside the dark, grey door. Brightness from below, Sun upon the snow, High, cold clouds blow, Flakes and ice appear to grow. The man melts with little seen, Underneath, pale, grey green, Hides life in dark unseen, Waits for warmth and to careen. Buds on branches show, Patience starts to grow, Trickles, streams and veins flow, Bringing fruits of melted snow. Sprung to life it springs, Bees, birds, sound rings, Lush green flings, Its gift bounty brings. Green growth gives one last rush, Underneath the Painter's brush. The mad Artist wields His brush, before the quiet autumn hush. More poetry is available from James M. Hahn in  The Last Dragon and Other Poems  available now. My new book of cryptogram puzzles " Secret Messages from the Saints " is avai
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Girl's Day Out

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On Wednesday the men stayed home to work on school work while the ladies went to visit Catherine. Mom, Grandma Hahn, and Grandma LeBlanc spent the day holding Catherine keeping watch over this beautiful little girl.

Grandma Hahn with her first granddaughter.


Catherine being held by Grandma LeBlanc (Mimi)
The tube in her mouth is to suction out her stomach.

Mimi and Catherine
After an evening Bible study I stopped in to check on Catherine. Her MRI came back fine. There was no apparent bleeding or spots that suffered due to lack of oxygen. Her echocardiogram showed no damage to her heart. She is now off of the blood pressure medicine and doing fine. We are now waiting to hear from the surgeon as to when she may begin eating. She is currently getting all of her nutrition through IV.

Please keep praying as I know you will. Please also know that you all are in our prayers as well.

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