(In memory of Holly Hoerr, 1977-1980)

You were only here,

a little while

before you had to leave.

It may seem wrong to the world,

but it was all God's Will t

o make you a little flower

in His heavenly bouquet.

You said you'd give Jesus

a hug and a kiss

when you got to Heaven.

Do us a favor,

hug and kiss Him for us,

please.

Sad old town

They sit in the distance

far from the highway,

all alone.

Sad old towns,

dying old towns

They once were bustling,

they once were bright,

where farmers came

to see the big city.

Now, they're places

where the ghosts

go to shop

A home for old ladies

and husbands who know

what was once.

Now it looks like

a ghetto in the

middle of the farm.

To a pretty girl

I see you in the hallway,

A chipper, pretty girl.

You're someone who

I'd like to kiss.

I'd like to love you

In each season,

as they whirl,

please be my girl.

You're someone

who I'd like to kiss.