WE LOVED
Here's to the Mountains we've traveled, And the trails we've always known. To the high lost lakes in the Mountains, The islands that linger alone.
Here's to the hands I've always held, And the lips I've always kissed. To all the things we might have done, And all the things we've missed.
Here's to the eyes that looked into mine, And the hands that held me true. To my one true love my heart beats slow, And my dreams of you turn blue.
Here's to the Love we'll always have, And the compassionate warmth you've still got. To my one true love, I sing a song, And that song shall be, "Me Too," a lot.
Here's to the Sierra's Gold Valley we Love, And the streams and lakes so pure. To my one true love, I'll leave you here, And God Loves Gold Valley to lure.
Here's to the Mountains we'll travel again, And the high lost lakes and streams, To my one true Love I'll meet you there, And Hand in Hand We'll Follow Our Dreams. ~ Robert J. Schneider 1997 Forever!
The next Poem was writen by our Grandson Jerimie on his Grandma's Birthday November 7, 1998. He was 13 then. He was spending the week-end and we were sitting at the table and he asked if I had some paper. I told him yes and got him some and he proceeded writing. Of what I did not know. A little bit later he got up and came to the other end of the table to me and handed me the paper he was writing on. I took it and read what he had written. After reading I looked up with tears in my eyes and saw that Jerimie also had tears. He then said, does anything need changing? I said, absolutley not, It's perfect the way it is. I then got up and we hugged. Later I said, "Jerimie today you became a man." He got a smile from ear to ear and he proudly said, "Thank You Gramps." I like Gramps better than Grandpa. Thank You Jerimie
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