Nona Kelly Carver is a dear friend of our family and an accomplished poet. She lives in the mountains of Western Colorado. I asked her if I could share this poem with you, and she was happy to allow me to: In memory of those who lost their lives at Columbine last year, I submit this poem. Nona WHEN THE GREEN WILLOW WEEPS When the green willow weeps in the springtime, I'll remember the lives that were lost When young men on a death dealing mission Had failed to consider the cost. In darkness of hatred kept secret, Their minds to the demons they gave. The result was a scene of raw carnage, With victims laid low in their grave. Young people with deep faith and courage, Snuffed out with their hopes and their dreams. No chance to survive 'til tomorrow. Shattered lives torn apart at the seams. Could America please turn a corner? Stamp violence out with her feet? Embrace and protect all her children? Let safety return to her street? My prayer for the homes of our nation, Is that each one would please do their part To restore to our very foundation A peace that would live in each heart. copyright Nona Kelley Carver Written in memory of the students and teacher who lost their lives at Columbine High School, April 20, 1999 Michael Paul Johnson aka Soaring Golden Eagle PO Box 1151, Longmont CO 80502-1151, USA Rocky Mountain outpost 207, New Creation Church Jesus Christ is Lord! _______ If you want to unsubscribe, please email [EMAIL PROTECTED] with unsubscribe missionettes in the body of the message OR visit http://rangernet.org/subscribe.htm
