It began on a breeze.
A simple, cool breeze that whistled in the pines.
It began with the ocean,
The waves lapping rhythmically.
Pounding, pulsating against the rocks.
It began with a bird.
A small, insignificant creature that warbled a
Melody more majestic than a symphony.
It began with a child.
An angelic voice in the school choir.
That gentle voice was joined by others.
It became a sea of harmony that was
sung with power and exuberance.
All of this is music.
And it began with God.
Laurie Mattson of Duluth
A Helping Hand
A Loon has landed
On our northern lake this day
He invited his wife and two
Chicks to come in and play
A sight to behold, diving, coming
Up with a fishy in their bill
Then along came a disaster
There was an oil spill
No longer do we hear
The calling of the loon
We’re losing very fast
Our deer, skunk, and raccoon
For man has not learned
How to take care of nature’s lovely land
So it’s up to all of us
To give a helping hand
Shirley A. Shockey of Mora, Minn.