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My Dad was a fisherman there most certainly is no doubt,
And I fished a whole lot with him as we were out and about.
We fished in our home area lakes near Phillips quite a lot,
And on our vacations in Sulphur Springs area so very hot. Continue reading
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That town where I was born is gone now forever,
But I still carry some memories no one can sever.
I thought I would document some while I still can,
So Phillips may be recalled when I’m a famous man.
Here’s the story of the Phillips landmarks I did host,
For my dear old hometown that is now just a ghost.
For those of you that may still remember the town,
Here’s a map showing where the landmarks are found.
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As a fine young boy in the first grade I was very shy,
I was a good looking kid and I really don’t know why,
But I talked to myself as I sat at my desk in the class,
In a voice from within hoping my problem would pass. Continue reading
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When I was a young boy, I ran all over God’s creation,
Without a shirt there on my back in the Sun’s radiation,
Turning a golden brown with a fine tan for all to see,
Not knowing that it would later cause problems for me. Continue reading
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Home is defined as a permanent dwelling place,
Or residence with much family love there to grace.
The love part is important and necessary for a home,
Or the home may turn in to a house and be gone. Continue reading
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When I was a young boy between the ages of 6 and 10,
I lived in Phillips that was a very small town then.
In the summer, we traveled to Sulphur Springs to play,
Which was even smaller than Phillips in those days. Continue reading
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I recalled a few of my career milestones of record,
That some people might call achievement awards.
So in this story poem I will document them here,
So some of my future generations may give me a cheer. Continue reading
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I was looking through some old boxes in the basement,
When I ran across some good information as I went.
I found a write up with information Mom had provided,
About my grandfather Roy Kendrick’s life where he resided.
So I’m putting it in a blog to pass it on down the line,
To family of mine to read out there in the future sometime.
So we don’t lose track of the man that raised my mother,
As he surely loved all his children and wife like no other. Continue reading
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Did you ever meet a person with their nose in the air,
There’s lots of these type guys around almost everywhere.
Kind of like that guy on television that they portray,
As being the most interesting man in the world today. Continue reading
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When I was growing up in Phillips, Texas, long ago,
To get from Phillips to Spring Creek, there was a road,
Called Dixon Creek Road, on which we often did ride,
We went down the hill, to the creek, and up the other side. Continue reading