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Each year when Christmas time is growing very near
It’s time to put together a few verses about our year,
To share with friends and family about which we care.
So for 2016, we say “Merry Christmas” to you all out there. Continue reading
Today is September 22. 2016. and again it is still so hot,
The high is predicted to be a 93 degrees F sweltering pot.
It is the first day of Fall and it still feels like July out there.
I hope some Northern cool air will soon find its way here. 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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Sometimes I get a yearning to write tales from the wild side.
About stuff that just pops into my head that I have never tried.
This poem tale is one such story that I decided to write down,
With Ben and Sarah as guest stars occurring far from our town. Continue reading
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In spring 2007, we had an outing to Lee’s Resort on Grand Lake,
It was late April and I was ready for a long weekend of fun to take,
This poem recalls some good times on that trip with our family,
Our dog Cutsie went too as she was allowed as long as I paid a fee. Continue reading
As my Grandson Zack William and I have some common traits,
I’ve prepared this poem to make it easier to keep us straight.
I know for sure we both like to act a little silly every now and then,
But we both keep our stature as independent very proud men. Continue reading
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I have many favorite photos of my grandsons Luke and Zack,
The poem presents some of them that I cherish, that’s a fact.
When you see the wild precious young men for your own self,
Perhaps you will understand why I keep them on my top shelf. Continue reading
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In recent years, I have developed some favorite pictures I love,
Of my nearby grandchildren sent on down to me from above.
These images have come to be fine treasures for an old man.
I’ll write a similar poem about Luke and Zack later when I can. Continue reading
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I still tell my grandchildren stories that they all love so much.
Perhaps I have been blessed with sort of a story telling touch.
My Aunt BuelDine could keep all us kids mesmerized with a tale,
Sorry, this bedtime story is missing her awesome vocal detail. Continue reading
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I have always loved spending time up in the mountains so high,
In the crisp cool air with the beautiful scenery and a clear sky.
This Poem discusses walking the mountain trails being so aware.
Of the peaceful easy feeling I always get from just being up there. Continue reading