This little book’s a letter,                I send direct to you;            I hope that you will like it,                And read it thru and thru.            And after you have read it,                Just…

            The rough old Mr. Storm                Is whirling, swirling past            He makes the treetops bow their heads                And trembles at his blast.             He never stops to think                Of the damage…

   SPRING             Spring time is here with its sunshine and showers,            All nature is waking from its long winter sleep.            The gardens are blooming with beautiful flowers,            The song-birds…

            I have roses in my garden,            And their fragrance fills the air.            How I love to watch them blooming;            For they all are very fair.             Some have deep…

            I’ve a lily of the Valley            That I’m keeping here for you;            I care for and protect it,            And water it with dew.            It is a living emblem            Of the…

             Written as a tribute to my brother, W. M. Strang, with the Engineers.             He said, “I’m Daddy’s soldier boy,”                When he was five years old;            And…

           Written after the United States entered the war, fighting on the side of the Entente Allies.             Halt! Attention! Salute the flag,                The boys are marching…

    Masata was an Indian boy, he lived on the banks of the Ohio River in    Kentucky. During the Revolutionary War in 1771, the Americans were    taking over…

             Written when the clock was set ahead one hour on April 1, 1918.             Our Rooster wakes at half-past five            And crows with all his might,            He…

            Our loved ones lay them down to sleep                And leave us here to grieve and mourn,            While we, our silent watches keep,                O’er their low graves whence they…