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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1st Communion Rosaries

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Do you still have the rosary you received for 1st Communion?  Probably not.  Most of them end up in pieces in a ziplock bag in the months following that beautiful celebration.

Our 1st Communion rosaries are guaranteed to not break.  If they do, we'll fix it or replace it.

These beautiful handcrafted nylon cord rosaries are durable, beautiful, and unbreakable.  A gorgeous 1st Communion medal is attached by a split ring (not shown) making detachment nearly impossible.

Give them a rosary that will last!  40 colors to choose from!  Learn more here.

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