Poem

By Mary Lou / Staff Writer

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First day, make the skies and the rain, 
God said, make the fields and the crops. 
At the end of the second day, 
make the mud and make the rocks.

Third day, make flowers dancing in the breeze, 
make nature wild and all its flaws. 
Fourth day, make it last in the centuries, 
God said beauty, and beauty was. 

Fifth day, God made me in the night. 
Sixth day, he shaped you from the twilight 
and blessed you in the sunshine. 

Seventh day, God left me incomplete 
to make you, the perfect being. 
Perfection indeed.