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FOUR SEASONS BREEZE | JULY 2021 39 Writers' Club Computer Club In our June meeting, our guest speaker was Rob Truman. His presentation to our group was about Internet Security for Seniors. Rob is a member of Computer Booters of Sun Lakes Computer Club and serves on their Board of Directors as their Web Director. He has over 40 years of experience in information technology and internet- related fields. The recent news has been active with examples of how cybercriminals are creating havoc with large corporations, utility companies, and even transit authorities. Staying safe when online is getting more difficult these days. His presentation addressed the topics of online scams, viruses, junk email, telemarketers, and more. Learn how to protect yourself and your privacy and still use the internet. Our meetings are open to all interested in learning more about using a computer in their everyday life. For additional information, email Larry Workman at workman.larry@gmail.com. ~ Larry Workman Enjoy these two poems by Jane Czajkowski. Please join us! We meet every second Tuesday of the month at 1 pm. Temporarily, our location changes each month due to capacity guidelines. Email andreazehner20@gmail.com or mlarchibald@mac. com. ~ Andrea Zehner THE RAINBOW A little angel took God's crayons; And in the exuberance of glee He swooped a rainbow across the sky. It arched over the jagged peaks, Coasted to the valley below, And sprang back into the heavens. A double rainbow: finely wrought In shimmering sherbert like hues!. Then he grabbed some water colors And splashed them on mountains and hills In brilliant reds, greens, and golds. A beautiful sight to behold! "Very nice!" said God. The angel asked: "Did my mother see it?" God answered "Yes, she did." Bystanders stared in amazement. Double rainbows are very rare. But, to one grieving mother It was an answer to a prayer. Her desk held a crayon drawing That her little Johnny had made On his first and only day of school. Innocent zeal yielded two rainbows. So that "Mom would be twice as pleased!" The sun's batteries ran low (As the little boy would say) The vast technicolor display Soon faded away out of sight. Except in that mother's heart. Where a ray of rainbow joy nudged Into the darkness of her pain FROM LAKE MICHIGAN WITH LOVE You see those stones in that glass vase On top of the parlor bookcase? See how beautifully they shine! Admire their speckled design. They were picked for me by my Dad On the very last walk we had Along the shores of the lake. "Here are some stones for you to take; Save them for dear memory's sake. When we would fish from the pier, and You children played in the soft sand. Then while Mother prepared a snack I would carry you on my back Out to where the waves rolled in tiers. How you would hang on to my ears! I can never forget those years." Dad passed away three months later. There exist no keepsakes greater Than his DNA in my bones, And his love in those little stones Shimmering in that glass vase On top of the parlor bookcase.