When Sisters Stand Shoulder To Shoulder, Who

Brooks Too Wide For Our Leaping, Hedges Far To High. Loads Too Heavy For Our Moving, Burdens Too Cumbersome For Us To Bear. Distances Far Beyond Our Journeying. The Horse Gave Us Mastery.

A Younger Sister Is Someone To Use As A Guinea-pig In Trying Sledges And Experimental Go-carts. Someone To Send On Messages To Mum. But Someone Who Needs You - Who Comes To You With Bumped Heads, Grazed Knees, Tales Of Persecution. Someone Who Trusts You To Defend Her. Someone Who Thinks You Know The Answers To Almost Everything.

Odd How Much It Hurts When A Friend Moves Away- And Leaves Behind Only Silence.

In A World Gone Bad, A Bear - Even A Bear Standing On Its Head - Is A Comforting, Uncomplicated, Dependable Hunk Of Sanity.

A Cat Likes To Hear You Calling Him. He Sits In A Bush A Yard From Your Shoes - And Listens.