Fw: new shoes


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From: Pumpkin Flower <PUMPKNFLOWR@email.msn.com>
To: Shellie & Mick <mcramer@olywa.net>
Date: Sunday, June 07, 1998 5:42 PM
Subject: Re: new shoes


>Hi Shellie,
>      It was nice to here from you. Those black boots sound like a wise
>investment.
>After sending a copy of "new shoes " to Mom she sent Me this....
>THERE'S NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT
>
>When she was but a little girl and looked forward to Halloween,
>    The purpose of our country drive was the perfect pumpkin plight.
>    Pondering which one to choose with intent and great delight,
>She'd carve those jack o'lanterns, fitting schoolwork in between.
>
>Without a doubt, I told myself, there's nothing to worry about.
>
>Seasons come and seasons go, the years too fast have flown
>    And, like the pumpkins in the field, she's grown, this daughter mine;
>    Flowering as children do, a bloom of rare design.
>She's now a married woman with a daughter of her own.
>
>"Hooray," I shout and tell myself, there's nothing to worry about.
>
>But what is this?  My girl's gone mad!  What illness did she catch?
>    Her current fascination is to grow the giant pumpkin.
>    Flying high (and God knows why) without a net to jump in.
>I fear the dear will disappear - lost in the pumpkin patch!
>
>"Well, just butt out," I tell myself, there's nothing to worry about.
>
>                                                            by Maureen Shea
>
>so then I sent her a copy of this....
>
>PUMPKIN SMILES  by Pumpkin Flower
>Its good to know I've made a smile
>Upon a face that's walked the mile
>That I am walking every day
>These smiling lips would like to say
>My sanity is what I've found
>its growing here in that dirt mound.
> I tend it in my loving way
>And nurture it and me each day
>Fresh air, the sky, water and earth
>Miraculously transformed girth
>These little seeds we've filed and shared
>And put into the ground prepared
>Each morning when I go to see
>Unfurl magically for me
>These  vines of personality
>Developing childlike and free
>
>
>And as with sisters one is mild
>But then  this one, now, she is wild
>They'll really think I've lost it now
>To name these plants must be my vow
>Alas I fear I've rattled on
>Outside the sky it threatens  dawn
>So as I sleep perhaps I'll dream
>Of names for my magical team
>
>
>



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