As More Fall 11-11-12

Just count the leaves here, 1-2-3

as more fall from the Maple tree.

Bright colored leaves, for all to see -

as more fall from the Maple tree.

And cooler weather there will be -

as more fall from the Maple tree.

The autumn breezes blow them free

as more fall from the Maple tree.

We jump in piles of leaves, whoopee!!

as more fall from the Maple tree.

We joke a lot, we're filled with glee -

as more fall from the Maple tree.

A blizzard comes. The robins flee

as more fall from the Maple tree.

We'll snowboard and we'll also ski -

as more fall from the Maple tree.

Then lost souls find eternity -

and more fall from the Maple tree.

Futile lives here, 1-2-3 

while more fall from the Maple tree.

Will we serve Jesus faithfully 

and rescue those on Maple tree? 

©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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He So Loved 3-29-11

Each morn, another sunrise,
on this, I can rely.
A simple thing, so beautiful -
though I do not know why.

Each day, another painting,
as every cloud floats by.
A living art, so beautiful -
though I do not know why.

Each eve, another sunset,
I see the colored sky.
A special sight, so beautiful -
though I do not know why.

Each loving gift, so beautiful,
yet one still makes me cry...
that He so loved a worm as me -
though I do not know why.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Get REAL! 2-18-09

Tattoo's ink smeared everywhere,
with piercings by the score -
and color-copied rainbow hair,
how can we handle more?

To get a little self-respect
our clothes must have a label.
Our auto's must be perfect,
or we appear unstable.

Eye lashes must be fastened on.
Scent squirts out from sprayers -
liner must be perfect drawn
with powder caked in layers.

Our jewelry we can wear with pride
and aging spots can cover -
the wrinkles we can try to hide
so no one will discover.

Through remedies we dig and dig.
We make a real fuss.
But apply the lipstick to a pig -
it's surface, surface, surface!

We try to conquor blunder,
we think we've conquored dull,
but what I have to wonder
is, what's inside our skull?

Man can't look beyond the skin,
Man looks at the face.
Man sees only fat or thin.
Man sees only 'race'.

God sees through all shallowness.
God sees through the skin.
God sees down inside our heart,
God sees deep within.

Some day man might teach our youth.
Some day man might feel.
Some day man might learn the truth
and hopefully get REAL!

©2009 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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