The Summer Of 86
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In 1986, we were settled in Bartlesville with the family,
Tamara was 10 and Kristi was 13, both so very lovely.
Summer was near and we were raring to have fun,
We started out fast and ended fast as we did run. Continue reading
Afternoon Toons
Afternoon Toons
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These Bighead toons are for review in the afternoon,
As none of these fine guys ever get up before noon.
Viewed in the morning, their eyes will surely be closed,
So wait until later in the day or they may be hard nosed. Continue reading
Pets I Have Known
Pets I Have Known
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Since 1967, I’ve known quite a few pets so very fine.
I’ll take time in this poem to remember them in kind.
As they brought much joy to the families they served,
And in turn were loved dearly which they all deserved. Continue reading
Our Dogwood Tree
Our Dogwood Tree
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We moved into our Bartlesville home in the 1984 summer,
We were welcomed by our neighbors as new comers,
The story today is about a dogwood tree out in our yard,
As we loved the spring blossoms outside looking so sharp. 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
Lost Along The Way
Lost Along The Way
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We lose something along the way as we do get old,
That keeps us from doing what we used to do so bold.
What is this thing we lose somewhere along our way?
I’ll tell you if you read this message story poem today. Continue reading
1997 Aces At Silver Dollar City
1997 Aces At Silver Dollar City
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I ran across a hanging picture from 1997, a good year,
With candid photos of the Rhythm Aces on there,
From Silver Dollar City championship clogging competition,
Where we all competed and put on quite an exhibition. Continue reading
The Last Ham On Rye
The Last Ham On Rye
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This is a Hawg Jaw Tall Tale that I put in the trash,
I dug it out as I am now about to have a blog crash.
So I think again that this one could be my very last,
As I have run my race and am now dragging my ass.
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In 2042, the swine flu ran rampant amongst the hogs and pigs,
They were dying fast over the world in an epidemic so big.
By mid year there were only a few pigs left in the USA,
And they were sterile to reproduce no more in their day.
Honky Tonk Music
Honky Tonk Music
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Classic honky tonk music is the best music in the land,
It’s good for beer drinking and makes two stepping so grand,
This poem explores the best artists and their great songs.
If you listen to the songs, you’ll be hooked before too long. Continue reading
On The Road Again
On The Road Again
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Some drivers do things while driving that put me into a rage,
I know this is not so good for me, especially in my old age.
This poem documents some of the things that dirty drivers do,
That irritate me to no end and get my temper flaring too. Continue reading