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Helping Prayer
0 reviewsThis is a poem that I wrote about my 6th grade teacher...in 6th grade (GEE! what a shock!)
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As she stands,
Over the lands,
The wind whipping through her hair,
She says her helping prayer.
She prays for those in need,
For she has no greed.
She answers to their call,
In winter, summer, spring, and fall
She reaches to them with a helping hand,
Even past the Rio Grande.
And I'm glad I've had the pleasure,
To meet her and her priceless treasure.
Over the lands,
The wind whipping through her hair,
She says her helping prayer.
She prays for those in need,
For she has no greed.
She answers to their call,
In winter, summer, spring, and fall
She reaches to them with a helping hand,
Even past the Rio Grande.
And I'm glad I've had the pleasure,
To meet her and her priceless treasure.
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