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When I was a younger in good health always on the go,
We were very busy doing all the things we did love so,
But even with all those things we actively did do,
I still practiced to be an old man some as we flew. Continue reading
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When I was growing up as a young inquisitive lad,
I heard words used by my family that sounded bad.
I always asked what the strange words did mean,
That were rarely used even then when I was green. Continue reading
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In Kristi’s old bedroom just under the sink in there,
Sat an old cardboard box, I opened with much care.
It hasn’t been opened since we put it there 2001,
And I’ll tell you in this poem what was inside so fun. Continue reading
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In 1975, nearly all our immediate family went to South Fork,
In Colorado for a summer vacation to play and work.
We built onto Dad’s cabin to make it larger that year,
And Pam’s Mom and Dad bought a cabin so very near. Continue reading
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In June of 83 and 84, my brother Craig’s Family and mine,
Headed on up to South Fork, Colorado, to have a good time.
Craig and Rhonda’s Nicholas was just a baby on the trips,
So he barked a little now and then when he was upset. Continue reading
Craig (my brother) and Rhonda are going to stop by here,
To spend a few days after a visit in Houston down there.
We are expecting them on Monday evening for sure,
So we’re cooking fried potatoes and a ham, honey cured. Continue reading
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My brother Craig and I loved to hunt the wiley duck.
My favorite duck to hunt as we went out to try our luck,
Was the fast darting and turning, swift flying Teal.
This small duck was a challenge with all of their zeal. Continue reading
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Sometimes old Santa Claus pulls dirty tricks on you,
Causing very much misery the whole day through,
Here’s what happened to my brother, Craig, and I,
In Oklahoma City, when old Santa Claus came by. Continue reading
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I had just graduated college in 1966 working a while.
As Engineer for Phillips Petroleum Company in style,
I was rolling in the dough and shopping for a gift,
For my brother Craig for Christmas to give him a lif
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When I was a young man feeling so great then in my prime.
My brother Craig and I called our Dad “geezer” all the time.
Dad was really not all that old when we called him the name,
It was just as young men together, to us, it was a fun game. Continue reading