Loving Daughters
Today, I was searching for something I wanted to include in one of my blogs and my wife Pam got into her secret hiding place. She ran across some things our daughters had written a few years ago. Pam was crying before she got the first item read. I figured if it has that much impact on her that perhaps others may like to read it too. Providing my daughters will approve, the story follows.
The Fall
Sometimes a simple thing like flipping a light switch on can save you a lot of misery and expense. As we grow older, we tend to think we can still do the things we could always do. This is simply not the case. So all you seniors out there be safe. Here’s my story today.
MaMo and PoPo’s Pride
Like most older people, I love my grandchildren dearly. Occasionally l like to catch some of their character traits in writing. This is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago describing them at that time. Of course they have changed considerably since that time, but I captured my thoughts at the time. Write down some of your thoughts as you get older. It’s fun to go back and read them later. Continue reading
Being a school bus driver is a very demanding job because of the precious cargo you are carrying. Buffalo Bob did this job without a hitch after he retired from his regular job. I was so proud of the Buffalo that I wrote a poem especially for him. I remember Buffalo Bob for taking such good care of those little darlings he transported for so long. A job well done Buffalo. Continue reading
Brenda
If old Hawg Jaw Bill writes a poem about you, you are indeed a very special person to him. This blog presents a poem about one such person enjoying their favorite pastime. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Continue reading
The Great White Buffalo
A while back I wrote a poem about a wonderful guy called Buffalo Bob. He is my wife Pam’s brother. The poem may sound a little harsh at first because Buffalo and I tease each other constantly when we get together. The Buffalo takes it well as I do. Buffalo is one of the finest people I know and I love him like a brother, but Buffalo is a little sensitive about his Army Reserve service so up front I want to advise everyone that the Buffalo has never ever been a cook in the Army Reserve. This was a false impression that my wife had from earlier life. So with this clarification, here is the poem. As I have said before, I only write poems about people I love. Continue reading
The Belt
Sometimes we tend to get a bit defensive when our intelligence is questioned and do and say some things we regret later. Remember even old dogs can occasionally learn new tricks. Here’s the story. Continue reading
The Dream
We all need to dream a little especially when we get older. Sometimes. It makes you feel like you’re young again. Here’s a recurring dream I had not too long ago. Continue reading
Beavers Bend
Family outings are chicken soup for the soul. There’s nothing better than spending quality time with family members we all love. Here a recent adventure we all had together. Continue reading
Tired Of Jawing
When the stories stop flowing out smoothly, it’s time to take a break. Hawg Jaw Bill is reverting back to just plain old Bill. Here’s a few words of farewell. Continue reading