Sunset Over Lake Shawano
Summer season draws to an end, like day turns to dusk.
What was, is over, what will come, has not, but what is, matters.
Summer slowly wears down to fall but the harvest continues.
Each late summer day is like ready cash
A child must spend before school starts.
New roses still bloom but their days are numbered.
Late summer is a time to slow down before speeding up.
It is a ripening of our selves; it may be stale and repetitive,
But in the present is beautiful and unique
Like the sunset over the lake.
The 2010 Pilgrimage of Peace Brochure is ready.
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