R c h
R C H The halls are long, the shadows deep,Yet, in the rooms where children sleep,The light of caring spreads it's glow,Staff trying hard to let them know,Even though they may wish to leave,In this place they will receive,A safe haven from life's hard hand,Open minds to hear, to understand.Discipline to guide their way,Routines to ease them through their stay.Medicines to cure their ills,Teachers to hone their many skills.Exercise to make their bodies strong,Staff to teach them right from wrong.Food prepared with loving hands,Horses to ride over our lands.Grounds that are so well tended,Someone to fix what needs mended.Administration to guide us each,If not in writing then by speech.Years have found us with doors open wide,Hope is waiting for children inside.Children come, they heal and pass,But R C H will always last. SLS Written January 22nd, 2002 © on Jan 22 2002 02:50 AM PST 0 • 9
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"R C H The halls are long, the shadows deep,Yet, in the rooms where children sleep,The light of caring spreads it's glow,Staff trying hard to let them know,Even though they may wish to leave,In this place they will receive,A safe haven from life's hard hand,Open minds to hear, to understand.Discipline to guide their way,Routines to ease them through their stay.Medicines to cure their ills,Teachers to hone their many skills.Exercise to make their bodies strong,Staff to teach them right from wrong.Food prepared with loving hands,Horses to ride over our lands.Grounds that are so well tended,Someone to fix what needs mended.Administration to guide us each,If not in writing then by speech.Years have found us with doors open wide,Hope is waiting for children inside.Children come, they heal and pass,But R C H will always last. SLS..."