Memories
There are memories that I hold dear,
A song of birds so sweet and clear.
Across the meadows wide and green
Where all is beauty and serene.
There are memories that I hold dear,
The hum of bees I hear.
Gathering honey for future days
In fields and meadow lays.
There are memories that I hold dear,
Forever calling me near.
To where the water lilies grow
And the coolest waters flow.
Be it song of a bird,
Or a honey bee.
A flower wild,
All are memories to me.
âCarolyn Robertonâ
Mrs. Roberton (Carrie Money) wrote this poem while at Frog Lake many years ago.
Onion Lake Mission
