Marty, that poem had me weeping. You are so thoughtful.

Ronald, Marty is the gal who bought the first Lily book from us at the basset hound rescue of GA event! Gosh, that was so much fun.

Thanks guys. Cat, Chaps and Emma

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him,
Take your time, it wont be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
Were captive on the carousel of time
We cant return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur
Coming true
Therell be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through.
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
Were captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game