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My Granddad Frank had a metal tackle box he kept in the garage,
I loved the old wooden fishing lures looking like a nice art collage,
They were made of wood and some had glass eyes so great.
This poem reviews the lures I loved to use on our trips to the lake. Continue reading
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I put myself in my own stockings to anticipate my thinking,
When I was a little baby with my little hazel eyes a blinking.
The poem shows what I was thinking before I could speak,
In that cute little body of mine laying there looking so sweet. Continue reading
During the period from 1986 through 1996, we clogged as a family,
We all loved to clog and got in to national competition so happily,
Although we did it for pure family fun and enjoyment on the way,
We did win a hundred or so competition trophies in those days. Continue reading
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In spring 2007, we had an outing to Lee’s Resort on Grand Lake,
It was late April and I was ready for a long weekend of fun to take,
This poem recalls some good times on that trip with our family,
Our dog Cutsie went too as she was allowed as long as I paid a fee. Continue reading
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I’ve had a lot of education as I’ve traveled through my life,
But there are things that happen that still make me strife.
These puzzles of life all have explanations by guys so bright,
But I still wonder if their detailed explanations are right.
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In this day and time, things seem to take a long time to get done,
Perhaps, professionals, especially doctors, are so busy they run,
The best are in high demand today with our increased life span,
This poem describes my recent Doctor experiences first hand. Continue reading
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I guess everyone has some kind of an opinion about everything.
This poem gives a few of my opinions that my old mind did bring.
Perhaps you will agree or perhaps you may have names to call me,
But here they are for better or worse for your little eyes to see. Continue reading
As my Grandson Zack William and I have some common traits,
I’ve prepared this poem to make it easier to keep us straight.
I know for sure we both like to act a little silly every now and then,
But we both keep our stature as independent very proud men. Continue reading
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I have many favorite photos of my grandsons Luke and Zack,
The poem presents some of them that I cherish, that’s a fact.
When you see the wild precious young men for your own self,
Perhaps you will understand why I keep them on my top shelf. Continue reading
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In recent years, I have developed some favorite pictures I love,
Of my nearby grandchildren sent on down to me from above.
These images have come to be fine treasures for an old man.
I’ll write a similar poem about Luke and Zack later when I can. Continue reading