In the past years, I blogged about my Phillips school days.
Of things that stuck with me attending classes on my way
Here’s a summary of some of the memories I did recall,
I guess some very weird things have an impact on us all. Continue reading
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Back in the past when I was a kid, some guys in school hurt me,
It’s been a long time, but I need some payback now, you see.
So in this poem I am calling those guys a few names to get back.
Perhaps, you’ll remember what you called me with so little tact. Continue reading
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There was a place I would go when I wanted to be alone and free.
I got a home grown education sitting under a cottonwood tree.
It seems I might have been bored out there by myself all alone,
But there was always something exciting going on as I’ve shown. Continue reading
Rocky
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Friends we grow up with linger in our memory all our time here,
Rocky is one of my friends with which I had fun and drank beer.
This poem talks about some of those boy and young men things,
I recall well from those days from the memories that still ring. Continue reading
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Did you ever wonder what it takes to be a full fledged oil field kid?
Well just read this poem and you’ll find an answer just like I did.
I know there are a lot more old oil field kids like me out there,
So we just might have some traits in common if you even care. Continue reading
Finding Indian corn grinders in the canyons near our home was like finding a bid of history right in our back yard. Wow Indians had lived right at that spot in the past. Here’s what we found. Continue reading
Occasionally, my Dad planned a fishing trip with someone from his work. I loved to go with them because I got to see and hear a lot of stuff I would never have known about my Dad. Continue reading
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When I was a young man growing up on Stark Street in Phillips Texas, I wanted my Dad to be proud of me, so I was always doing things to try to win his approval. I can remember one day that I worked very hard trying to please him, and all he did was eat my ass out. Here’s the story about that particular day. Continue reading
An accident at one of our local baseball games resulting from a good hit I got ended our game abruptly. Here’s the story. Continue reading