The Creative Corner

Always Aglow

She lives in Irby, valley low

Rustic cliffs, creek waters flow

Where often deer, buck and doe

Roam through yard, meander slow

Sounds of geese, and rooster’s crow

Smell of sage, old willows bow

Summer sunsets, breezes blow

Kiss so soft, a face a glow

Farmer’s wife, status quo

Pretty lady, she’s named Glo

Planting corn, in garden’s row

Washing clothes, weeds to hoe

Changing diapers, lawn to mow

She’s not lazy, Gene’s wife Glo

Four girls, a boy, they slowly grow

Works at school, in the big “O”

Church and meetings, to and fro

Face lit up, her eyes a glo

Making clothes, she can sew

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