Chapter Six
Orchestra

Chapter Five
Momentary Joy

She paused and took a deep breath. Jack looked up into her face with a plea.
“Please, Aunty Sue,” the lad implored, “don't say that's the end.” She smiled at his eager brown eyes and placed a soft, wrinkled hand on his brow.
“It is, child,” returned Aunty Sue. “Stories don't last forever.”
“Do you have another one, I hope?” said Jack, not without a small sigh, for he was resigning himself to his fate. She thought for a moment, black eyes twinkling behind the round glasses.

Across the vast plain the Politician stood
arm-in-arm with his Pipe-making friend,
and together they walked past the darkening wood,
on a path with many a bend.

"And I'll lower taxes," the Politican did say,
And the Pipe-maker said not a word
but on his pipe kept puffing so silently away
and the Politican looked injured.

"Why do you not speak?" he asked with a sigh
that coneveyed his true feelings at this,
but the Pipe-maker just looked at him with one solemn eye,
and held his good pipe in his fist.

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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The morning sun breaks through faded sky; its brightness outlining the trees that stand, lonely and silent; silent and still…but with hope, pointing heavenward, and whispering in the wind: come, let us adore Him.

The withered leaves that have not fallen still hold on, though life seems gone. They rustle silently in the bitter cold, but do not fall; for they wait, and say: come, let us adore Him.

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