Help!
by Aunt Gabby
I took a walk on a dreary day.
I came upon a dark cave.
I heard weeping and groaning and laughing.
"What's the matter," I asked.
There was no answer from within.
"Hello," I said.
Silence, dead silence...
"Can I help you?" I inquired.
The silence was so loud it hurt my ears.
"Do you need help?"
"i need no help from outside"
"Why?" I asked.
Again, silence.
"I would like to help you.
Come out so I can help you."
"i can't come out
the light hurts my eyes"
"Keep your eyes closed then."
"they are"
I went in to help.
It was dark. I struck a match.
to my surprise i found
the voice was me
and we were both
afraid to go out
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I Love to Read the
Stories
By Aunt Gabby
Illustrated by Kids
Who Attended the Tioga County Libraries' Summer Reading Programs
Kids Who Love to Read
and Listen to Stories.
I love to read the
stories
That make me grin
and laugh.
Like “How to Put a
Necktie
On a Twenty foot Giraffe”.
By Tori B. Age 6
By
Karen E Age 10
I like to read the
monster tales
That make me jump
with fright.
But if they are too
scary,
I’ll be awake all
night.
By
Karen E. Age 10
I read to solve the
riddles
Found in those mysteries,
And thrill to the
adventures
Of sailing on the
seas.
I’ve read about dark
castles
With dragons in the
way,
Of knights in shining
armor
Who come to save the
day.
I also read the fables,
Which teach what’s
right and wrong,
And how to work together
And how to get along.
When I read a fantasy,
I visit strange new
places.
I meet new friends
and creatures
With lots of different
faces.
By Stephanie H. Age 11
Yes, I love to read
all kinds of stories
From mysteries to
adventures.
I even read one yesterday
called
“Uncle Edward’s Dentures.”
But the kind I love
to read the most,
Even more than those
with laughter,
Are the ones that
end so often in,
“…lived happily ever
after”.
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© 2002 By Bruce D. Weaver
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I Wish I Were
By Aunt Gabby
I wish I were a little frog,
That started as a pollywog.
If I were I'd swim all day
And in the pond I'd always stay.
I'd make noises with my throat
And always wear a bright green coat.
Frogs live a different life from us,
By going through a metamorphosis.
They sit around and eat live flies.
I guess I'd rather eat apple pies.
I've changed my mind, instead of a frog,
I think I'd rather be a dog.
A dog is known as man’s best friend.
And his best friend, he will defend.
A little pup in the yard all day,
Never does anything, but romp and play.
Dogs, however, eat Purina Chow.
I didn't want to be a dog anyhow.
I've changed my mind again, I guess.
I think I'll be a flying pest.
A mosquito might be fun to try.
Winging around in the summer sky.
But to people a mosquito is not very friendly.
It spreads disease and is their enemy.
Again I'll have to change my mind,
Because to people I will be kind.
I'll be what I am and not what I'm not.
This little daydream has taught me a lot.
I'll do my best in whatever I do,
And never quit until it's through.
I'll be the best of what I am.
And with Gods help I know I can.
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The Library Rap
by Aunt Gabby
Check it out! Get in the game.
Check it out! Get in the game.
Summer's here and school is through, but you can't find
enough to do?
The answer's very clear, you see, get in the game at
the library!
If sports are what you like to read, you'll find a book
for every need.
Searching for some home run facts? You'll find
them in an almanac.
Check it out! Get in the game.
You want to play outside all day, but those rain clouds
won't go away.
Well, there's no need to make a scene. Check out
a Highlights Magazine.
There's jokes and riddles, mazes, too. It's full
of things for you to do.
So call a friend and have some fun. Get in a game
without the sun.
Check it out! Get in the game.
You want a different game you say? Well there's
no need to run away.
The library has information about the games in every
nation.
Cricket, soccer, rugby, too, and dominos to name a few.
Get in the game and you'll agree it's fun to go to the
library.
Check it out! Get in the game.
Don't sit at home and waste away. Get in the game
and read today.
Find a new game that you can try, before the summer rushes
by!
Check it out! Get in the game!
Check it out! Get in the game!
Check it out! Get in the game!
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Isaac Newton and his Laws of Motion
(Made more complicated)
By Aunt Gabby
Underneath an apple tree
Sat a lad of twenty-three.
An apple fell and struck close by
Causing him to wonder why.
He took his time; he didn't guess;
He put his notion to the test,
And after careful observation,
He announced his declaration.
Universal gravitation,
Isaac Newton's explanation,
States all objects do attract,
Both large and small, it is a fact.
Though most discount the apple tale,
Sir Isaac's law will never fail.
Throw a rock into the air.
It will come back to earth somewhere.
Still other thoughts did ponder he.
Before too long he noted three.
His Laws of Motion got attention.
Some agreement; some dissension.
Newton's First Law, clearly stated,
Shows how movement is dictated.
Objects in motion stay that way
Till other forces make them stray.
Things at rest will be quite stubborn.
Inertia will try to govern
An object's pace and its position.
To keep things constant is its mission.
Consider this, before you doubt it,
Moon and earth know all about it.
Inertia and gravity
Keep them together. Don't you see?
The moon through space does try to fly,
But gravity's the reason why
It orbits earth going round and round.
With balanced forces they are bound.
Newton's Law named Number Two
Has much importance this is true.
The cause of all acceleration
Is outside force and altercation.
A change of motion needs a nudge
So force and mass will be the judge
Of where and how an object moves
This second law of motion proves.
With knowledge of acceleration,
When aided by anticipation,
We can alter something's movement
And with control cause an improvement.
Some time ago George Herman Ruth
Applied this law; revealed its truth.
With wooden bat he made his mark
Propelling balls outside the park.
And now we come to Number Three,
No less important you'll agree.
For every force that is applied
An opposite won't be denied.
The action force is first to happen
Followed by a quick reaction
Though equal forces don't forget,
Reaction force goes opposite.
This law explains how we can fly
In large jet planes across the sky.
And when we're rowing with an oar
We can go farther out from shore.
And there you have the Laws of Motion.
There is no need of great commotion.
They've stood the test of time it's true.
They can't be argued, not by you.
Isaac is famous, but there is another.
Maybe I'll mention his younger brother.
He was a Newton that also was big.
I'm sure that you know him. His name was Fig.
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WHICH ONE’S THE DUMMY?
by
Aunt Gabby
“Hey, Franklin! You still planning
on playing with dolls for the talent show?”
It was a familiar voice. I knew
who it was even before I saw the orange curly hair and sinister smile.
George was always calling me by my last name and always giving me a hard
time. I didn't need him annoying me about the talent show. It would be
my first time in front of a real audience. I was nervous enough.
“George,” I sighed, “I’ve told you
before, Edgar J. Woodley is a ventriloquist puppet, not a doll. He’s
a life-like figure that I animate.”
“Have you figured out which one's
the dummy, yet?” George quipped as he loomed over me.
The comment was greeted by chuckles
from a gathering playground audience.
I felt my face heating up. I wanted to explode,
but that wouldn’t help. Being the shortest one in class, I was used to
these battles of words.
“George, that’s an old joke. You need
some new material,” I replied as I turned and walked away.
“You’re the one that needs new material,”
he shouted as I picked up my pace. “I’m going to be sitting in the
front row with my old joke.”
George was just one of my worries.
The talent show was only a week away. I had new material. I
had good new material. I even had it memorized. What I didn’t
have was talent.
“Danny, wait!” Sally ran to catch up.
“Why didn’t you zing him with one of your great comebacks?”
“I’m trying not to do that anymore.
It only makes him angry. Besides, I’ve got another problem.
I still can’t say labials properly.”
“Say what?” she puzzled as she pushed her glasses higher
on her nose.
“Labials- tones that are uttered with the participation
of one or both lips,” I chanted.
“Okay! You don’t have to quote
from your book on ventriloquism. I remember. Words with B,
F, M, P, V, and W. I thought you rewrote your material so there wouldn’t
be any.”
“It was harder than I thought.
I couldn’t change all of them. The jokes weren’t making any sense.”
“So what if your lips move? I’ve
seen old movies of Edgar Bergen with his dummy, Charlie McCarthy.
Bergen’s lips moved all the time,” Sally pointed out.
“Mr. Bergen made Charlie seem alive
with personality; with body and head movements. No one noticed or
cared about lip movement. He was a master of animation. And
please don’t call Charlie a dummy. Call him a puppet or a friend,
but he’s no dummy,” I politely reminded her.
“Okay! Okay! You’re too
sensitive. You need to relax and have fun. If you can’t enjoy
what you’re doing, how can you expect the audience to enjoy it?”
She made a good point. The first
chapter in my book had said, “Have fun.” I decided to try and lighten
up.
I went straight to my room when I got
home. Edgar was waiting for me. He was a birthday gift from my uncle,
a master woodworker. His head was carved from basswood just like
a professional figure and his mouth curved into a mischievous smile. I
picked him up.
Edgar: You’re late!
We need to kractice your lagials.
Ventriloquists sometimes substitute
similar sounding letters for the labials. There’s different ways
to do it. I use a hard “g” as in get for “b”, a “k” for “p”, and
an “ng” sound for “m”.
Me: I had to deal
with George again.
Edgar: Did he use
the old “Which one’s the dungy” joke?
Me: You don’t say that
very well.
Edgar: That’s gecause
you need to kractice.
We continued practicing in front of
the mirror. I reviewed the lesson on labials, especially the part
about thinking of the real letters you are trying to form, not the substitute
letters. Finally, Edgar started to talk a little clearer.
Me: You did very well
tonight.
Edgar: Thanks. You
did, too.
Me: Now what are we going
to do about George?
Edgar: Ngagee you should
have him gee part oth the act. He’d make a great dungy.
Sometimes when I practice with Edgar
I do my best thinking. I don’t know why. Maybe two heads are
better than one even if they use the same brain. Edgar had given
me an idea.
I reread the section about hecklers, people who disrupt
a performance. I wanted to be ready for George.
The night of the talent show I was
shaking so badly that Edgar’s mouth was moving even when he wasn’t speaking.
To make matters worse I was scheduled to be the last act. Edgar and
I were pacing backstage.
“Hey strangers, where have you been?
I haven’t seen you all week,” Sally grumbled.
“Sorry, Sally, we’ve geen gusy,” apologized
Edgar.
“Rats,” I muttered, “I still can’t
make B’s come out right.”
“Just relax, Danny. Have fun
and Edgar will sound great,” Sally, as usual, knew just what to say.
Our time came. I carried Edgar to the chair in the
center of the stage, propped my foot up, and put Edgar on my knee.
George wasn’t in the front row. I breathed a sigh of relief.
Me: Good evening ladies
and gentlemen…
Edgar: Don’t forget the
cute girls.
(The audience chuckled.)
Me: Hello.
Edgar: Hi.
Me: Who are you?
Edgar: Me?
Me: Yes, you.
Edgar: I’m Edgar.
Me: Oh, Edgar?
Edgar: Not O’Edgar.
(Chuckles.)
Me: No?
Edgar: No, just Edgar.
Me: Oh, really?
Edgar: Not O’Really, either!
(More chuckles.)
Me: Just Edgar.
Edgar: Yes.
Me: I see.
Edgar: Who are you?
Me: I’m Danny Franklin.
Suddenly, from far in the back came
a familiar voice, “Which one’s the dummy?”
There were a few giggles as the audience
turned to see who had said it. No one seemed to know for sure.
Quickly, everyone’s attention, including Edgar’s, was focused on me.
I felt my palms sweating, my lips quivering, and my mouth drying up.
Then, Edgar turned to the back row,
“Wow! I guess there’s two dummies here. Who’s pulling your
string?”
The audience broke into laughter and
then applause. Edgar and I had a good laugh, too. At last,
I was having fun and so was everyone else. The rest of the routine
went great. I suppose it was because I had stopped worrying about
my lips moving.
I was thrilled when they announced
we had won second place. Edgar was pleased, too. Sally said
we should have won first. She always knows what to say.
George came backstage as I was preparing
to put Edgar into his suitcase.
“I don’t understand how a person who
plays with dolls can win second place in a talent show,” he sneered.
I rolled my eyes.
“My mom sent me back here to
apologize for interrupting your act,” George reluctantly admitted.
“That’s ok. It got me my biggest
laugh. Does this mean you won’t be picking on me any more?” I asked
hopefully.
“Oh, I’ll still pick on you.
I just need to think up some new material,” George smiled a somewhat less
sinister smile.
“Quick,” said Edgar, “put me in my
case before he gets any new ideas!"
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The "Sowing God's Seed" Rap
By Aunt Gabby
Volunteer! To Sow God's Seed
Volunteer! To sow God's Seed
God needs lots of volunteers to sow his seed both far
and near.
You can help and do your part and Sunday School is
where to start.
Invite a friend to come along, to join in learning
and a song.
Spread the Good News that's the aim that we are saved
in Jesus' name!
Volunteer! To Sow God's Seed
"Be kind to others; forgive a friend," that's the message
we should send.
There's lots of ways to plant a seed just look around
and find a need.
Help a neighbor, comfort ill, share God's word, or
cook a meal.
Use the talents God has given to sow His seed and
build His Kingdom
Volunteer! To Sow God's Seed
Be sure you're planting only good, the kind of seeds
that Jesus would.
Plant a bad one and you'll see a lot of negativity.
Try not to judge where you should sow. For only
God will surely know
If hearts are ready to receive the word of God and
then believe.
Volunteer! To sow God's Seed
Don't sit at home and just complain, get off the bench
and in God's Game!
Join His team and use your skill to help the church
fulfill His will.
Volunteer! To sow God's Seed
Volunteer! To Sow God's Seed
Volunteer! To Sow God's Seed
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Lions Serve….Their Community
The year was nineteen seventeen and something new was
just beginning
A Lions Club was born that day and from their motto
they did not stray.
Lions serve in their communities by giving of their
energies.
They work at projects large and small and always for
the good of all.
Lions Serve….Their Community
Then in nineteen twenty-five a new goal came for which
to strive.
Helen Keller was a dear lady, she could not hear and
could not see,
But she had vision just the same, she challenged the
Lions with a brand new aim,
To help the blind and sight-impaired. Their work has
been beyond compare.
Lions Serve….Their Community
The Lions got their start that way and still continue
to this day.
They find a project that needs attention and start
to work without dissension.
Around the world Lions Clubs have grown and all because
of Melvin Jones.
And though there still is work to do, the world is
better because of you.
Lions Serve….Their Community
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The National Honor Society Rap
by Aunt Gabby
Years ago in Reston town education leaders were sitting
down
To find a way they could agree to recognize scholars
nationally.
They set some standards that they could use to find
the students that they would choose.
They wanted something more, you see, than honoring
them academically.
The National Honor Society
The year was 1921 and a new idea had just begun.
The NHS was formed that way and from their goals they
do not stray.
To create enthusiasm for education, and foster leaders
for this great nation,
To stimulate a desire to serve, and develop character
that will not swerve.
The National Honor Society
J. G. Masters was the man who introduced the original
plan.
And Edward Rynearson led the way to what the society
is today.
The NHS is still going strong. Thousands of
scholars now belong
To this society of America's best students who stand
out from the rest.
The National Honor Society
To be selected is an honor that's true. Your
parents and friends are proud of you.
But with selection comes responsibility to lead and
serve in your community.
The National Honor Society
The National Honor Society
The National Honor Society
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The County Fair Rap
By Aunt Gabby
At the Fair… Tioga County Fair
At the Fair… Tioga County Fair
Years ago in this county some folks sat down and did
agree
To have a fair in Whitneyville as you can see they
have it still.
The TCA Association gives the fair its inspiration
It oversees how things are run, making sure you have
some fun.
At the Fair... Tioga County Fair
There's horses, dogs, dairy cattle; goats, hogs and
leather saddles
Dry goods, canned goods, even fudge, now there's a
contest I should judge.
Quilting, knitting, sewing, too, there's lots of things
to see and do.
And don't forget the list of shows, the Tractor Pull
and the rodeo.
At the Fair… Tioga County Fair
Covert Action, Country Fever, Grass Stained Genes and
the White River,
Josh, Jean, and the Valley Boys, there's lot's of
music to enjoy.
And Thursday night don't forget there's square dancing
with Dean McNett.
This fair has everything it seems, why just last night
they crowned a queen.
At the Fair… Tioga County Fair
If wreckin' cars is your ambition, you'll sure enjoy
the demolition.
And just to make the fair complete, there's lots of
food for you to eat.
At the Fair… Tioga County Fair
At the Fair… Tioga County Fair
At the Fair… Tioga County Fair
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The Annual Blossburg Coal Festival Rap
By Aunt Gabby
The Annual Blossburg Coal Festival
Years ago in Blossburg Town, community leaders were
sitting down
To find a way they could agree to hold a festival
annually.
The year was 1992 and when the discussion was finally
through
They announced with anticipation plans for an annual
celebration.
The Annual Blossburg Coal Festival
Bernie Tokarz was the man who introduced the original
plan.
He mentioned it to Jim Holleman and that is how it
all began
To honor ancestors was the goal and the industry of
mining coal.
It soon was clear this inspiration would take a lot
of cooperation.
The Annual Blossburg Coal Festival
With lots of help from the community the first festival
was in '93.
A car show, a carnival, a king and a queen were some
of the sights that could be seen.
And Saturday they had a parade, with fire trucks,
bands, and floats that were made.
It really was a magnificent event, which received
a lot of compliments.
The Annual Blossburg Coal Festival
Now here we are in 2005 and the Coal Festival is still
alive.
Still honoring founders and industry of the Blossburg
community.
The Annual Blossburg Coal Festival
The Annual Blossburg Coal Festival
The Annual Blossburg Coal Festival
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The Red Brick Church - 100 Years
By Aunt Gabby
Long ago near Wentling's Corners town,
Some church officials were sitting down,
To find a way they could agree
To build their own facilities.
St. Paul's Lutheran and Reformed Churches
Had done some thinking and some soul searches.
For years they had shared a church of stone.
The time had come to each have their own.
That year was nineteen hundred four.
It was a step of faith for sure.
So with lots of prayer and faith in God,
In nineteen five they turned the sod.
The Reformed Church built a strong foundation
Of native stone and excavation.
The bricks were laid in many rows
As from the ground a church arose.
After months of work and cooperation,
St. Paul's Reformed Church had a dedication
To lift up prayer to God above
For giving strength and his abiding love.
Many ministers came to speak.
So many, in fact, that it took a whole week
In nineteen six, June twenty-four,
They said good-bye to the Stone Church door.
Through the years this congregation
Has had its share of joyous occasions-
Church services, weddings, confirmations, too,
Baptisms, recitals and Sunday school.
And, though it's had a change in name,
The red brick church is still the same-
A house of worship and of unity,
A vital part of this community.
Now here we are in two thousand five
And St. Paul's Church will again come alive
With joy, excitement, and yes, jubilation -
A One-Hundredth-Year Church Celebration.
A time to look back and to reminisce
With friends and loved ones and folks that we've missed.
It's also a time for rededication
To spreading the Good News throughout every nation.
May God add his blessing to this joyous occasion.
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Dragons and Wizards and Jesters! Oh My!
(A Medieval Rap)
by Aunt Gabby
Dragons and Wizards, and Jesters! Oh My!
Dragons and Wizards, and Jesters! Oh My!
All summer long at the library
They're having a program that you'll want to see.
They've got lots of books and stories to read
About dragons, dreams, and daring deeds
So join in the fun at the library.
Read about life in medieval stories
And knights who try and do succeed
With dragons, dreams, and daring deeds.
Wizards and Kings and Jesters, too,
All of these characters are waiting for you.
I'm sure you will like them they are very good reads
Of dragons, dreams, and daring deeds.
(Instrumental)
I've read about dark castles with dragons in the way.
And knights in shining armor who come to save the day.
Dragons and Wizards and Jesters! Oh My!
Dragons and Wizards and Jesters! Oh My!
Come to the library and see for yourself.
There are lots of adventures on every shelf
There's unicorn stories that you can read.
And dragons, dreams, and daring deeds
Don't shy away there's lots to do,
Games and crafts to name a few.
So bring a friend to your library.
For dragons, dreams, and daring deeds
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A Fond Farewell to Pastor Natalya and Paul
by Aunt Gabby
Not long ago in 2001,
Natalya Sharp was asked to come
To the Knoxville/Austinburg communities
And fill a pastoral vacancy.
With many prayers and some soul searches
Natalya was appointed to the Yoked Churches.
She arrive after much anticipation
In the midst of a Sesquicentennial Celebration.
"She's a bit young," some may have thought in their head,
But soon they discovered there was nothing to dread.
Pastor Sharp was certainly up to the chore
Of leading the churches and doing much more.
Later that year, on an evening in fall,
Came a man with a ring, the man's name was Paul.
He proposed to Natalya and she did agree,
So in 2002 she became Mrs. Cherry
Together they've worked for the Lord right along,
Using talents for speaking, and praying, and song.
Inspiration and comfort we all have received
With their words of support for whatever the need.
In the years with Natalya these congregations
Have had their share of great celebrations,
Church services, weddings, confirmations, too,
Baptisms, recitals, and Sunday School.
Through floods and storms and, yes, some revision,
The Yoked Churches continued on their God given mission
Of sharing the Good News with one and with all
Through Natalya's sermons and prayers offered by Paul.
We gather today on a special occasion
To honor Natalya for her ordination.
May God bless her and keep her in His loving care
As she continues His work, this is our prayer.
We also do gather, I'm sorry to say,
To bid a farewell, they're moving away.
How can this be? It doesn't seem right.
With smiles on our faces now tears we must fight.
But God has a plan, which we must accept.
We don't understand it, at least not quite yet.
Natalya and Paul, a new challenge have they
Leading a new church some distance away.
It's hard to believe that four years have gone by.
When doing God's work, time surely can fly.
We wish you the best Natalya and Paul,
And send you our love from one and from all.
This isn't an ending, as soon we will see,
It's just new beginnings. I'm sure you'll agree.
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Tionesta Indian Festival Rap
By Aunt Gabby
Tionesta Indian Festival
Tionesta Indian Festival
Years ago in Tionesta Town community leaders were sitting
down
To find a way they could agree to have a festival annually.
The goals they had were very clear - create a festive
atmosphere,
Attracting folks from far and near and '63 would be the
year!
The Indian Summer Festival was then proclaimed for one
and all.
Dinners, picnics, races, too. Lots of things to
see and do.
Indian games, Fishing contests, dancing and an Indian
Princess.
Carol Faulkner wore the crown while fun was had all over
town.
Tionesta Indian Festival
Tionesta Indian Festival
It took a lot to organize, but folks soon came to realize
The value of this time well spent to create a great event.
It's tradition and the heritage that gets passed on from
age to age
That makes a strong community with values that we all
can see.
The festival began that way and still continues to this
day.
Although there's been a change of name, the basic plan
is still the same,
Create a festive atmosphere attracting folks from far
and near.
You've been successful that is clear because you've done
it forty years.
(Or forty-two depending on how you count.)
Tionesta Indian Festival
Copyright © 2005 by Bruce D. Weaver
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At The Woodhull Community Day
By Aunt Gabby
Years ago in Woodhull Town
Some local folks were sitting down
To find a way they could agree
To celebrate their community.
The goals they had were very clear -
Create a festive atmosphere,
Attracting neighbors far and near,
And do it each and every year.
The year was nineteen ninety-one
When Woodhull Day was first begun.
The Tafts were the first to organize
What folks soon came to realize
Was a special kind of new event
And attending it was time well spent.
It's been successful that is clear,
'Cause it's been held for many years.
Health Center Tests, Blood Donations,
Service Honor Roll Dedication,
Two Parades and a Barbecue,
There's lots of things to see and do.
Wagon Rides, Tractor Pull -
The afternoon is surely full
With entertainment and displays -
What better way to spend a day?
It's the traditions and the heritage
That get passed down from age to age
That makes a strong community
With values that we all can see.
Days like this, you must agree,
Are great to spent with family
And neighbors standing side by side
To celebrate their "Hometown Pride."
At the Woodhull Community Day
Copyright © 2005 by Bruce D. Weaver
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