Congratulations to Lyle and Nan Smith, who celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary on November 22, and Tom and Melinda Royster, who toasted 12 years of marriage on November 30 ... Congrats are also in order for George and Arlene Wich, whose special day is coming up on December 10 ... Belated anniversary congrats go to Joe and Jean Gill ... A tip of the hat to Deborah Weitzel, City of Clearwater's "Employee of the Month" for December ... Brianna Mullins has been elected president of the Seminole Riders 4-H Club for the coming year. Other officers are Rylee Twinam, vice president; Brandi Sclafani, secretary; Charly Miller, treasurer; and Carol Nunez, reporter ... The Crazy 4 Canines 4-H Club recently annnounced its officers for 2008-2009. They are Rebecca Verran, president; Kaytlin Crim, vice president; Rebecca Morris, secretary; Danielle Hendrix and Kaytlin Crim, historians; and Taylor Toms, reporter ... A little bird told us Melissa Berg, Janet Hudak, Virginia Ritts, Ken Will, Carol Berchou, Henrietta Hunter and Kelly Verrastro recently had birthdays ... The coming week brings the birthdays of Ginger Andren, Amy Anderson, Linda Amidei, Kris Martin, Jerry Fulmer, Kristi Anderson, Michelle Schultz, Sophie Pratt, Joyce Davis, Holly May and Doris Graham ... Largo resident Bea Morgan has been writing poems for over 50 years. Her work has been published by the Southern Poetry Association, The National Library of Poetry, Catskill Country Magazine, Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum and International Poetry Hall of Fame. She wrote the following poem in 1962 when she and her husband, Bill, were living in Delhi, New York.

Pretending
by Bea Morgan

These winter days remind me
of my childhood long ago,
When I would sit beside my window
and gaze out on the snow.
At the little sparrow feeding
on pieces of bread and grain
That I had placed so fondly
out on a window pane.

To me, the scene was like a fairy land
with hills and valleys of snow.
The birds were little soldiers
that marched all in a row.
Up and down the valleys they would go,
Stepping oh so high -
And I would be so quiet,
for fear I would make them fly.

What fun it was to watch them
from my cozy little chair
I'd pretend I was their playmate
and they didn't seem to care.
I would march along beside them
upon those tall white hills,
And then we would play "hide and seek"
and take a lot of spills.

Alas, I was only dreaming
for I would hear my mother's call
I would have to leave my feathered friends
and say goodbye to them all.

I promised I would be back the next day
in my favorite little chair,
And pretend I was playing
with my newfound friends out there.

Best wishes to all of our readers for a beautiful holiday season.

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