Buffalo Bob And Me
I met Buffalo Bob before I married my wife Pam in early 1973,
At first I wasn’t sure what my wive’s brother would mean to me.
But over the years, I grew to love him like Craig my own brother.
We teased each other, but we had a great respect for each other. Continue reading
We had so much fun with company this week that I didn’t blog,
We were so busy doing fun things together living high on the hog,
I whipped out this little poem after they went to bed tonight,
When I got a little time available as I was not sleeping too tight. Continue reading
Companies A Coming
Out of the blue we got a call companies a coming to see us here,
We will be so happy to see familiar family faces that is clear.
This poem results from this great news this morning before noon,
They will be here tomorrow evening and we’ll be singing a tune. Continue reading
Chad has had a bit of a hard time as through life he has gone,
He is a very sensitive and loving person that likes being on his own.
This is just a short poem about the young man we all do love so,
Being there from the very beginning as through life he did go. Continue reading
Who knows if we have our dreams for a special reason or not,
I think they come to us for a purpose when troubles we’ve got.
This poem reviews my dream and my interpretation of the same,
That seemed to help me some as I traveled down life’s fast lane. Continue reading
A Final Tribute
When you lose friends and relatives in death, it hurts so much,
As you will never get to hug them again with your warm touch.
This poem is a tribute to two of the best men we have known,
As their wings they received and off to heaven they have flown. Continue reading
Buffalo Bob At Hard Rock
If we got bored hanging round and wanted to have some fun,
We called Buffalo Bob to come up for a Hard Rock Casino run.
We got some free rooms and met for a good visit in the suites.
The Poem points out some of the fun times that were so sweet. Continue reading
Sometimes the Lord works his great miracles in mysterious ways.
It’s the tiny small little things that with us often will always stay.
This short poem describes some events that recently occurred,
That may have been worth much more than these few words. Continue reading
Missing Buffalo Bob
We lost our special old Buffalo Bob only a short month ago.
I have been missing him because of our constant contact you know,
This poem touches on some of the many lines we were toeing,
Me and old Buffalo Bob, we really had a good thing a going. Continue reading
Many times when Buffalo Bob got the itch to get away for a little while, he would plan a trip and then call Pam and I to see if we could join him and Brenda and get away for a while. If we didn’t already have plans, we would usually join them on the outing. This story is about a camping trip we took to Canton Lake. Continue reading