In memory of all the lost young lives across this land-and the lives lost, protecting them-and the wounded young people and  all the families in sorrow-

Mary had a little lamb, His fleece was white as snow. And Everywhere that Mary went, The Lamb was sure to go. He followed her to school each day, t'wasn't even in the rule. It made the children laugh and play, to have a Lamb at school. And then the rules all changed one day, illegal it became; To bring the Lamb of God to school, or even speak His Name. Every day got worse and worse, and days turned into years. Instead of hearing children laugh, We heard gun shots and tears. What must we do to stop the crime, that's in our schools today? Let's let the Lamb come back to school, And teach our kids to pray!

The Columbine High School

Click the above ribbon, if you would like to read
Darrell Scott, father of 2 Columbine victims, speaks to Congress
in 1999
 

Also
here is a link, that gives legal explanation to the rights of students
and their God, in school.
 
 

HIGH COUNTRY

 I'm leaving today for the High Country,
 Beyond the Timber line,

 To the towering peaks and alpine meadows,
 And plenty of wildlife sign.

 Away from the valley and cities full of people
 That have sinned.
 To the majestic crags that touch the stars,
   Where the eagle rides the wind.

 I will leave behind the smoked choked valley
 and the sound of clanking steel,
 I am heading for the alpine meadows where
 There's something left that's real.

 Among the alpine Balsams I will pitch my little tent,
 Far from the polluted valleys and cities
 Highrise rent.

 Where there's only the scent of alpine flowers
    Columbine and wild Bluebells,
 That grow among the waving grass on the
        Slopes of the mighty Purcells.

 It's here where I'll spend the summer 'til the
    Winter snows make me leave,
Then I will move down to the valley
     And a land of make-believe.

 And when the spring winds start blowing and the
 Snow melts with the rain,
 I will get my pack together and leave for that
 High wild land again.

 And if there is a god as we believe to be,
 Then He must be here in the High Country,
     In the land beyond the tree.
 

      Author: Jack Thompson
 

This poem and  high country image were generously lent to me, from
High Country in the Rockies- just for this page in memory