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
Family Milestones
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It occurred to me that there are milestones in life we all love,
That mean our children are growing up with help from above.
We all cherish these moments that we all hold dear in our hearts.
This poem reviews a few of these moments from the very start.
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The photos used as illustrations herein are both my girls and our grandchildren Continue reading
Fish Pond Garden
This story poem is about a fish pond project that failed to perform,
And a daughter with a new idea for a project the pond to re-form.
A fish pond garden was the idea to be pursued this time around
As a birthday gift for my wife Pam and with joy she did abound. Continue reading
When we went home for to holidays with our families in Fritch.
My Dad always wanted to play Bridge after the Turkey dish,
He always wanted to be my partner because we thought the same,
This poem investigates why we nearly always won the game. Continue reading
Looking back can be looking over your shoulder to the rear,
Or it can be looking back in the past to reveal what was there.
This poem hits a little on both to expand the subject matter,
With some equal emphasis on both the former and the latter. Continue reading
I had a very hard time bringing my love to the surface at first,
Perhaps, because my Dad was at showing love the worst,
After I married Pam this all changed because she was great,
This poem tells the story of why my surface love bloomed late. Continue reading
My Mom took especially good care of me when I was a young boy. She was always there when I needed her when I got hurt or sick. This story describes a few of the things she did for me to keep me healthy. Continue reading
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Here’s a short poem story that I did once tell before.
I am rerunning it once more before closing the door.
As it will be a long time until you hear from me once more.
It will surely be a while until my writing I again restore.
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I thought hard about the time slipping away after I got old,
It is not funny how time slips away so let’s put time on hold.
The time that slipped by over the years is given in this poem.
I want good times back so we can live again and re-know them. Continue reading
For a short time, I was a member of the First Christian Churches bowling team. Because of my unorthodox bowling style, we were able to come in first both years while I was a member. Here’s the story. Continue reading