The Old Potting Shed
How wonderful life would be if we could find somewhere in our adult lives, the same magic,
mystery and enjoyment of a summer afternoon of childhood spent in our grandmother's old
ramshackle potting shed.  
-- Victoria Jackson-Trent
Music:  Birdsong

Whispers - Home

Old New Orleans
I walked in my grandmother's garden a long, long time ago,
When years were very tender and life was a rosy glow.
I can almost feel the sun on my face, warm and bright as it was that day;
And, again, I see the gentle blooms, as they gracefully rustle and sway.
I can almost smell the freshness of the clean, cool country air,
If my memory doesn't fail me, I can pretend that I'm still there...
Once again among the roses and their leaves of emerald green,
A girl in a yellow pinafore, with riches far more than a queen.
-- Shirley Sallay
If we only could be younger, if we just could shed the years,
To the times we left so far behind that are now just souvenirs;
Then we'd like to meet the playmates the years gone by could lend,
When we played the game of "maybe" in a world of "just pretend."
-- Fred Tomlinson
To be a child is to be something very different from the man of today.  It is to have a spirit yet
streaming from the waters of life; it is to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief; it is to be
so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches
and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness and nothing into everything...for each child has a
fairy godmother in its soul.  
-- Francis Thompson
Grandma's shed has been gone many years, but it lives on in my dreams;
I can still see its nooks and shadows, its rafters and its beams.
The sun's rays stole in through each tiny crack, painting a pathway of light -
Through which fairy motes danced merrily, never pausing in their flight.

A workplace to my Grandma, it was a magical place for me,
Raindrops on the roof kept me company as I served pretend cakes and tea.
But the old shed has been gone for years, and the echo of Grandma's steps,
Is the only thing besides my dreams that remain in her garden yet.
-- Myrtle Seaverns
He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much; who has gained
the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; who has filled his niche and
accomplished his task; who has left the world better than he found it; who has never lacked
appreciation of earth's beauty or failed to express it; who has looked for the best in others
and given the best he had.  
-- B. A. Stanley
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