Fun Through The Years
I scanned through an old photo book I found yesterday,
And pulled out a few old pictures in there along my way.
We had lots of fun in these moments captured in time,
That I have written about in this story poem blog of mine.
I’m so glad we took lots of pictures through the long years,
As they bring back special memories and some joy tears.
I think this is the reason I use pictures to help tell my story,
As I remember all the good times we had with all their glory. Continue reading
Our Music Was Fine
From about 1953 until 1960 there was a music revolution,
During which Doo Wop and R&B had a fantastic evolution.
Hundreds of groups came together almost overnight,
And wrote and sang those songs that were so right. Continue reading
Being of feeble body and strong mind may be a blessing,
As there is time to search deep into my mind addressing,
All those old memories still lingering inside there,
To capture them in a poem verse with very much care. Continue reading
Boy Toys, Then And Now
Toys have changed considerably since I was a boy.
So I thought it would be fun to compare my old toys,
With boy toys my grandchildren are enjoying today.
My how they have changed in 65 short years of play. Continue reading
That Fifties Music
When I was I teenager I loved that fifties rock and roll,
As we circled the Post Drive In, around we would go,
Listening to Buddy Holly and Little Richard up so loud,
Looking for friends there with our heads in the clouds.
The Post Drive In, Borger, Texas. Check out the cool cars.
We also listened to Doo-wop and Rhythm and Blues,
That sounded so good as we cruised down Main too.
Honking at all the cars we thought that we knew,
Until about mid night when we hit our parents curfew. Continue reading
Ads From The Past
The other day I found some old Post magazines,
In a bottom drawer where they could not be seen.
I looked through two of them and loved the old ads,
So I took some pictures of the ads just feeling so rad. Continue reading
One Day Of My Life in 1954
In 1954, I was living on Stark Street in Phillips town,
I was in the 5th grade when this day did go down.
The day is typical of any day I had in that time frame,
When my dear Mom called me Billy Ray by name. Continue reading