HOPI PRAYER Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, t do not steep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint in the snow. I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the autumn's gentle rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die.

In clever rhyme and reason children are taught the true value of the common earthworm.

At the sound of the gavel an instant hush fell over the courtroom as Alice Wray and her attorney stood up to hear the judge's sentencing. All eyes were on Alice Wray who stood straight, face masked in indifference, not a noticeable tear in her eyes. "Alice Wray would you like to address the court before sentencing?" Judge Ellis asked. There was dead silence in the courtroom Everyone seemed to be holding their breath as the barely audible whispered words of Alice Wray were heard, "No, thank you." Judge Ellis frowned. "Well, I would like to say something," he said. "Never, in all my years on...