Treasure Island

Connie Yost

(5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)

It's Easter


My eight year old feet were winging,
Barely touching the newly turned sod.
My exuberant heart was singing,
Spontaneous praises to God.

Back home with my loved ones at last!
Thank you, dear Father on high!
Those ravaging hours have past,
It's Easter! Jesus lives! !

And so do I! !

Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 02, 2013

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