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Back when I could run the basement stairs easily,
I often headed down to the basement to record a CD.
I had 20,000 vinyl 45s and LPs with lots of fine songs,
Classic country was my favorite as I recorded along. Continue reading
Mom was one of those traditional holiday ladies,
Who cherished family traditions with all of her babies.
She taught us well as those traditions became ours too,
So each year we all continue those traditions on through. Continue reading
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As we go through our lives with our work and families,
There are many things that can cause much anxiety.
Should we find ways to ease our deep internal,stresses,
And keep ourselves sane and free from those big messes? Continue reading
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Our refrigerator at home has become a photo gallery,
Pam’s favorite photos are there for all visitors to see.
I pulled a few down and have reproduced them here in.
So get ready for the refrigerator photo show to begin. Continue reading
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Some Red Shouldered Hawks moved into our neighborhood,
They hang around in our yard hunting squirrels like they should,
I have put up my squirrel trap for as long as they hang around.
They appear to be the best squirrel deterrents that I have found. Continue reading
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For years my neighbors leaves have been dropping onto my yard,
It seems so wrong that I have to clean them up working so hard.
This poem reviews a little history and my thoughts on the subject
Of this annual event with increasing costs to which I often object. Continue reading
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I thought it might be fun to write a poem on Halloween night,
While handing out candy as the little monsters give me a fright.
Here’s the account of things that I wrote down as it occurred.
With nothing that happened that night left out or even deferred. Continue reading
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I know the life of a old geyser is not too exciting to most of you,
But it gives you a view of the routine an old man has to go through.
The poem talks just a little about a fairly typical one of my days,
Which is mostly just hard work and pain and never much play. Continue reading
Junior’s Jeep
For you all that don’t know, Junior’s a nickname I gave Tamara.
I gave her that name because Pam wanted a boy for her camera.
She’s grown up now and almost forty, but she still scares me,
When I ride in the car with her in Dallas in traffic so very heavy. Continue reading
Kristi’s Flower Power
Early in the spring of 2015 our daughter Kristi was visiting here.
She was in a very happy mood so she bought a few plants I fear.
She planted them out front in our tiny little garden spot in an hour,
This Poem will surely demonstrate what I call her Flower Power. Continue reading