The Grand Years
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There are a few places out in the world that provide great fun.
We keep going back all of our lives and we never ever are done,
Because we have enjoyed them over the years with family,
One place this poem reviews is the Grand Lake O’ Cherokees. Continue reading
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A young eager engineer wants to engineer just about everything
Sometimes with enough hard research, success he does bring
This poem tells of my own no experience garden growing trial.
That I engineered so fine with my daughter Kristi right on my trail. Continue reading
My Uncle Harold
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During my time here on earth, I spent a lot time with Uncle Harold,
I’ve not met a finer man, and I loved talking to him after he got old.
This poem just touches the surface of the relationship we had,
Within his body, I don’t think he had a single bone that was bad. Continue reading
Some Beach
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Somethings we did so long ago still linger fresh in my memory.
Perhaps it’s because we always did them as a happy family.
This poem recalls a day trip that we used to take on the weekend,
That we enjoyed so much on Galveston Beach way back then. Continue reading
Hello Again
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I’ve been away for awhile to rest my old wrinkled eyes from strain,
They’re feeling better now so I’m going to try blogging again.
Today I thought I might talk about a few short little subjects
Of course, you don’t have to read these poems if you object. Continue reading
Darena Kay
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Since Buffalo Bob has gone on to his home in the glory land,
I have had no one to tease that would not get mad at this old man.
We recently visited with Brenda and Darena Kay in Tulsa town,
And Darena took my teasing well without even a small little frown. Continue reading
What Made Pappy Happy
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Old Dad had many entertaining activities that he just loved to do.
This poem will briefly describe some of the the details of a few.
I came to love some of the fun things that he loved to do too.
So I guess he had some influence on me as with him I grew. Continue reading
Mothering
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My wife Pam has been a wonderful mother for forty long years.
This poem contains just a few short verses with her recent fears.
I guess all mothers will continue to mother their children forever
Through good times, bad times, and even when they have a fever.
Family Chicken History
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Sometimes I pick some unusual subjects about which to write,
But we have had a lot of chickens back in our history so bright,
The poem digs very deep and goes back about 71 years or so.
If you’re not a chicken person, you may want to skip this show. Continue reading
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Sometimes our loved ones mean more to us than they know,
And we need to make an effort to tell them we love them so.
The poem expresses my appreciation to Pam for all she does,
Perhaps this short little poem will start a little bit of a buzz. Continue reading