[c]POEM OF THE DAY.
The rain is wet. The frost is crunchy Under foot.
And makes lovely patterns On your window pane; And your breath Is like fire inside.
MONICA GRACEY, Wallsend.
Time Our time on earth one day will come to pass Some say treat every day as though the last I cannot believe how quickly the time has passed away My childhood days seemed like yesterday From being a child and playing in the sun I now have a handsome grandson So do not waste your precious time on earth For one day you will make way for another birth Days, weeks and years have passed by Just like the silver cloud in the sky Heaven or hell at the end of the day Depends on how you lived your life along the way G McLANDERS, Byker