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If you like the great outdoors as much as I so often did as a boy,
Some of the camping pointers given herein you may employ,
Most of the pointers came from errors that I made over the years,
So read them before you hit the outdoors living like a pioneer. Continue reading
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My Mom often rocked me to sleep when I was a very young boy,
As she rocked, she sang me sweet songs with her angel voice.
This poem reviews those songs she sang to me that I loved so,
Sometimes I think I can still here her singing so soft and low. Continue reading
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Old Pappy liked his music just like most normal people often do,
So occasionally when he was in a good mood he sang some too.
This poem reviews that side of Dad that not many people knew.
Because he never sang in public perhaps for fear of bad reviews. Continue reading
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This old man’s lady motion interpretation is likely always wrong,
But it’s fun to speculate from my experience from my life so long..
So don’t take this too seriously as I made it all up as I went along.
And the characters are fictitious except the old woman so strong. Continue reading
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When I was very sick and actually thought that I was dying,
I felt like I should write a note one night, there’s no denying.
So this poem relays how I got to a point I thought I was near death,
And how I was able to finally recover and get back my good health. Continue reading
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When I was a young boy just learning about lifes great wonders.
I loved the outdoors and spent most of my free time out yonder
In the open air with my dog, Hugo, laying beside me out there.
I found ways to be comfortable with the cold spring days to bear. Continue reading
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My Dad had a brother when he was young that was named Dean.
This poems passes on the only memories of Dean that I have seen.
I have Dean’s Purple Heart received by his mother after his death,
Passed on to me by my Dad to preserve a memory not wealth. 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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There was an old dog that was born and raised in Frisco, town.
He lived with a boy, Zack, in a nice home where love was found,
Frodo loved his boy and the boy loved him, with mutual respect.
There was always more love there that anyone could detect. Continue reading
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When I was a young lad, everyone always told me like rats,
The big bad “Boogie Man” was going to “Get Me” if I did that.
I didn’t know this “Boogie Man”, but my imagination went wild,
And a scary monster was born in the mind of this young child. Continue reading