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June Newsletter

Poetry Contest
    The Spring Into Poetry contest was held on May 6th at 5:30 PM in the Community Room of the Walton Public Library. A crowd of 28 people listen a wonderful presentation of both favorite and original poems. Grace Scott, once again, served as Master of Ceremonies. Refreshments were provided by the Friends of the Library. Joe Bowyer won the Senior Original Poem division with Dave Shedron, second and Ed Minnick, third. Paul Bauer won the Senior Favorite Poem division again this year with Lonnie Van Dyne finishing second. In the Student Original Division Taylor Zartman won, David Dietrich finished second, and Dylan Stinesberger finished third. In the Student Favorite Poem division Caleb Comoglio finished first, Alyssa Jones second, and Franky Leach third.

The Old Cow Path, an original poem by Joe Bowyer        Layers, an original poem by Taylor Zartman
The old cowpath meanders away                My layers might seem crazy to you.
Into the pasture of yesterday,                      I know they don’t exactly match.
When its dust arose to the barefoot beat           (Even if you can see a random patch)
Of skipping, carefree, youthful feet.                My layers keep me protected
                                   -a shelter-
And many a time those feet would stray               -a shield-
Down to the creek along the way,                They cover what I want to hide,
Or pause to poke at a tumble bug                like my wounds.
While hay-hands wait for the water jug.           (some bleeding, some healed)
                               I don’t like to say that I hide behind them.
It guided us to our fishing hole                (It’s mostly true)
As we trudged along with bait and pole,            But get to know me,
To spend the day in a shady spot                maybe I’ll shed my layers off.
Where the fish would bite like as not.                Well…..
                                Maybe just a few.
It guided us no matter where
We went, the cowpath took us there,                No title, on original poem by Dyllan Steinsberger
And brought us home when day was done              I can’t be sure if I should care
Through the dusty rays of the setting sun.              I’m only sure I don’t
                                As your bridges blaze
The cares of the world were lost in the air            they sever ties
Of the birds that were always singing there            uncovered lies
On the old rail fence that ran beside                shred what is left
The old cowpath, our faithful guide.               My kinder side suggests I stay
                               But the side you graces never thought twice
Then gone was our youth, and vanished too            The years have churned this through by skull
Was the carefree way the cowpath knew,            and now I know just what went wrong
And finally, now, we knew our share                we tried to live at the crossroads
Both of sorrow and care.                   But the ever-changing current kept
                                dragging
And now overgrown the cowpath lies                wrenching
As like our youth, it quickly dies,                  tearing
No more to know the light caress                  until one becomes two
Of barefoot, carefree, youthfulness.

If I could have one wish today,               Birthday Balloon by Roselyn Sandy
I would wish for that path to lead me away              Today is your birthday.
That I might relive the memories here              I will visit you like I have in time,
By this remnant path of a by-gone year.        I will give you a gift,
                                  A birthday balloon
                                  And as I visit you my sweet dear one
                                  I release this birthday gift.
                                  I watch it travel up toward the stars,
                                Toward heaven, which is the
                                Window that connects me to you.

If I Could Speak by Ed Minnick                Winter Wind by Kathleen Helvie
Oh mother, wife, sister, husband, brother, dad        The winter wind will whistle and blow.
Try your hardest not to be sad                It knows not where it wants to go.
For I have assended next to the highest throne but        It goes up one street and down another.
Fear not, I am not alone                    For the wind is looking for more ground to cover.
I am with countless others from through out time          The trees are bent and hanging low
Who’s mission was the same as mine                Just waiting for the winter snow.
To fight for freedom a god given right but              I see a bird upon a tree
We all paid the ultimate sacrifice.                Just waiting there to be free.
I am with my new commander now               Its head is hanging very low.
An entity I cannot see but                    He is looking for a place to go.
I know his mission, it’s                    No food to find, no place to rest,
Peace love and freedom for all humanity            Too cold to even find a nest.
And if I could speak if I could only speak           Little birdie upon the tree
My final words would be                     Please sing your sweet song to me.
I love you I love you all for all eternity               God won’t let you slip away
                                But be with you another day.
Passing Time by Marsha A. Hinshaw                The sun is coming out so bright and clear
We wake up early each morning                and let you will know that God is near.
Wondering what is in store for us today            He hears your whistle, He hears your song
Knowing that there is another day upon us            That gladdens our hearts all the day long.
The day following yesterday                    The blowing of the wind
Each day is rolling past us                    Doesn’t mean this is the end.
Morning after morning is going too fast              For there will be another day.
Each day things are not the same                Winter isn’t here to stay.
Everything is different and won’t last
You can’t save even one moment
It, too, flies away with time
Everyday becomes a yesterday
It can’t be saved
It becomes a memory in your mind
Each day revolves around the last one
In everything you say or do
You cannot change a thing
Tomorrow is upon us
Today has gone by too

E-Waste Day
    Cass Solid Waste & Chesapeake Electronic Recycling will team up at Riverside Park to dispose of unwanted electronics. Items that will be accepted are televisions, computer systems, gaming systems, CD/DVD players, and microwaves. Donations are greatly appreciated! Please no business or industry. These programs are limited to residents of Cass County only.

Walton’s Fifth Annual 4th of July Parade
    It’s parade time again!!! The Parade Committee, Main Street and the Town of Walton would greatly appreciate your participation in our parade and festivities. The parade will be on Saturday, July 4th, at 2PM and will begin at the Lewis Cass High School. We sincerely hope that you will come and join the celebration. If you have participated in the past, you know what a great time it is. If this is your first time, welcome and you will truly enjoy the smiles you will bring to all the people along the parade route.
    Come join the fun!!! You may contact me @ 574-626-2299 or 765-432-0945.
Sincerely yours, Carol Woolever, Parade Marshall

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