Family Bond Paper™

November comes, And November goes with the last red berries and the first white snows, With night coming early and dawn coming late, And ice in the bucket and frost by the gate. The fire burn and the kettle sing, And earth sinks to rest until next spring. -Elizabeth Coatsworth Nature's first green is [actually] gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. -Robert Frost For this new morning and its light, For rest and shelter of the night, For health and food, for love and friends, For every gift His goodness sends we thank Thee, gracious Lord. Amen. -Author Unknown

Printed without additions for modern language or historical events. Indian Children Where we live and work and play each day, Indian children used to play-- All about our native land, Where the shops, public buildings and houses stand. And the trees were very tall, And there were no streets at all, Not a church and not a steeple-- Only woods and Indian people. Only wigwams [a housing style] on the ground, And at night bears prowling round-- What a different place today, Where we live and work and play! -Annette Wynne Note: November is Native-American Heritage Month in the U.S.A.