Snow covered the ground,
tinted with the color of red.
Oh this hard cold place,
where childern lay dead.
Flowers of many colors,
now along this path line.
A memorial of fifteen lives,
taken to early in years time.
Sisters, brothers, sons, and daughters;
father, husband, hero, and teacher of others.
To soon gone to their heavenly home.
The Father came that day to take them home.
