Hawg Jaw Rebounds
It has now been a month since I wrote a Hawg Jaw blog,
Since it was my birthday month, I did well without the Hawg.
I have gotten a little bit restless since March came around,
And have written another story poem blog on the rebound. Continue reading
Things That Did It For Me
What is “it”?, I feel you thinking as you just start to read,
“It” is what gives you a great “feels so right” feeling, indeed.
Over the years, there were “Things That Did It For Me”,
And in this story poem I’ll share some for you to see. Continue reading
My How Fast They Have Grown
We were there for the births of all of our grandchildren,
And it seems like a short while ago that we first saw Ben.
I recall seeing him through the window with the nurses,
Looking so handsome back before I wrote these verses.
Luke came next, then Sarah, and finally Zack did then arrive.
Since they were born, they’ve grown a lot being so very alive.
I was looking through old Christmas cards we did receive,
I included in this story poem blog to help me to conceive. Continue reading
My Blogging Buddies
As I have blogged over the past few years gone by,
I had a few buddies as I wrote sitting here on the fly.
That have shown up in my blogs looking so fine,
Keeping me company as I wrote my rhyming lines. Continue reading
When Pam and I went to Frisco not too very long ago.
To visit with the Wirz family two short days in a row,
Luke and Zack asked me if I would like to play a game,
I said “sure if it’s not too hard on a geezer that’s lame.” Continue reading
Fun in Frisco
Following getting honored as a Veteran in Broken Arrow,
We headed for Frisco down the road straight and narrow,
To help our Zack celebrate his ninth birthday at home,
Where the whole Wirz family lives and does also roam. Continue reading
Veterans Honor Day
A while back my granddaughter Sarah did then request,
That I come to a school meeting to honor the very best,
Veterans that were relatives of the Lynn Wood students,
And I told her I would be there on that day to attend. Continue reading