Frances E. Tolson Poems

Before us spreads the green woodland
Above is the clear blue sky;
A fallen tree makes a comfy seat
For my two good friends and I.
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Hold us in your hand, Lord,
Throughout the hours of night.
Forgive us our transgressions
And lead us to the light.
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The planes were flying busily
As I ate lunch at the airport.
It seems to be so strange
That you're not up in the sport.
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