Flowers in the Ghetto
There are flowers in the ghetto
Where children play dodge ball,
Where volunteers and saints
Are always giving all.
Wonderful things grow in shabby places,
So remember the manger; remember the cross.
Remember the places
Where the flowers grow with dross.
Flowers in the ghetto-
Remember the places where He leaves His lovely traces
On this old rugged sod.
It is the face of Almighty God.
Shirley Satterfield, South Boston
Girl of Long Ago
Julia, a girl of long ago
‘Tho days speed by, yet they’re also slow
The years have gone and will not return.
My heart still sings and will sing my song
Let me live and rejoice for as long as I can
When my days are long gone
You’ll still hear my song.
Julia Carrington, South Boston