Panhandle Critters
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As a boy, I spend a lot of time in the canyons,
Checking out critters I saw there on the run.
One of my favorites critters that I did often see,
Was the collared lizard looking so cool to me.
Category Archives: Phillips Stark Street
Strange Neighbors
Strange Neighbors
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Over the years, I have lived in a quite lot of different places,
And we had some strange neighbors as we ran our races,
In this story poem, I’ll tell you of things that did happen,
Using fictitious names so their real names won’t blacken. Continue reading
My Dreamland Place
My Dreamland Place
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There was a place I used to go as a young boy with my dog,
To lose myself in dreams on adventures as a young Hawg.
I loved this time by myself in my dreamland place out there,
That I have written about in this story poem to me so dear. Continue reading
A Secret Place
A Secret Place
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When we first moved to Stark Street, I had a secret place,
That I went to hide in when someone upset my life’s race.
No one knew about my secret place, that I had back then,
But I guess I’ll tell you now about that place I did hide in. Continue reading
Flying Away
Flying Away
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Sometimes I hear a song playing that says “I’ll Fly Away”,
Over and over with a hallelujah or two along the way.
This old song started me to thinking when I heard it play,
About the time as a boy when I really tried to fly away. Continue reading
Toe Jam
Toe Jam
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Remember back when we were young boys and girls,
Out running all over the hill sides in our small world.
Loving our carefree lives with with no big worries,
With our dogs by our sides as along they did scurry. Continue reading
Turning Loose
Turning Loose
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I had this place down behind our home as a young kid,
Where I used to go to get away before I went to bed.
There was a big patch of summer clover down there,
Covered with small white flowers on it everywhere.
Continue reading
An Old Piece Of Wood
An Old Piece Of Wood
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We all have a name that we use as our own label,
Carried down from generations of family so stable.
So we write our names on things for people to see.
I guess that our names are what defines you and me. Continue reading
One Day Of My Life In 1954
One Day Of My Life in 1954
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In 1954, I was living on Stark Street in Phillips town,
I was in the 5th grade when this day did go down.
The day is typical of any day I had in that time frame,
When my dear Mom called me Billy Ray by name. Continue reading
Stark Street Friends
Stark Street Friends
It’s funny how you still think about your boyhood days,
After you get old and have time to think back a long ways.
My friends from the old neighborhood, I think about a lot,
Because of the good times we had growing up on the block. Continue reading