A Shooting Star Poem by Gayle M. Citrus Maize Water Nora Shoshone Doherty Winchester, story song Glen A, Sweeney +

Between the tall, darkened evergreen trees
Some twinkling stars shined
In the night brightly..
The black sky is a melody
Where a shooting star is
A trolley to our dreams. See history of St Bertoni website much written by Father Joe Henchey Stigmatine... He said when I was a little girl that I have tears like diamonds. I was left his rosary.... Father Joe us kids and my father called him loved native american indian culture as did we all. My dream when i was a little girl was to be a native american Indian girl.... I got my dream in the sierra nevada which might never had happened if not for my brother Paul who invited me to live with him in California in 1976. He ran the Pales Verdes marathon about 1975 i think. He loves football and he rode the box cars the soo line from the west coast to (+) Minnesota to be there for Karens wedding to Michael Sean Nee. RIP....+..... Karen said Michael died of the insulin. I want to do medicine research including good medicine gifts from the Native American Indians a great site thru the U of Kansas along with Monarch Watch the same U, it is an American Indian nutrition website thru the U of Kansas...good medicine is a gift from God no one can supplant it....We can do good things with OUR very own God given gifts. Everyone has songs in there heart and we can whistle while we work..Right to all god given rights... Gayle Marian Sweeney Doherty Winchester 2 ** ++ June 6,2024 We have the right to bear arms... The Constitution is eloquent...i am thinking of a mother bearing a child... medical care....for protection....... the egg is not a chicken and we all have the right to the pursuit of happiness. WE have the right to health.. We have the right to liberty.......We have those God given rights protected by God under the God given eloquently written Constitution by Our Founding Fathers....to me the Stars are Bullets.. Reach for the Stars. The Moon is a Lady Moon... I thought sitting out looking at the night sky that Mary's face must have been as beautiful as the Lady Moon's face....+ Love, Gayle Thank God.