I loved our little Shih Tzu so much I put myself right inside her,
To tell a story about one day in her life right inside her soft fur.
She led a very wonderful life without too much to worry about.
But she brought us so much pleasure, of this there is no doubt. Continue reading
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Many phrases have developed over the years that last forever,
I guess people relate to them perhaps because they are clever.
This poem reviews some phrases we have heard all our lives,
With some thoughts about each phrase from the old man side. Continue reading
Running The Trot Line
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Fishing was a pastime sport that all my family did love so fine,
We preferred to catch fish with a rod and reel most of the time,
But occasionally my Dad liked to run a trot line for catfish at night,
So we headed to the lake, spending a night, to do the job right. Continue reading
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Sometimes as we live our lives doing the things we love to do,
There are times when everything is just perfect for me and you.
We all know when that happens to us that it just “Feels So Right.”
Making one of those feel good periods when we float out of sight. Continue reading
There was a game i used to play when I was just a young kid.
When we were bored looking for some fun like we often did.
It was an old game that didn’t take anything but a pocket knife,
Requiring not too much skill to put a little fun in our young lives. Continue reading
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Our girls had a color TV to watch since the day they arrived.
We watched black and white TV in high school, thinking it jived.
American Bandstand was one of those shows we all did watch,
With a black and white picture and that fine stereo music touch. Continue reading
In the hot summertime days, the best place for a kid to play,
Is in the swim pool where the water is so cool during the day.
This poem relates to experiences I had as a very young boy,
Swimming there in the pool with lots of my friends to enjoy. Continue reading
Chad has had a bit of a hard time as through life he has gone,
He is a very sensitive and loving person that likes being on his own.
This is just a short poem about the young man we all do love so,
Being there from the very beginning as through life he did go. Continue reading
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When Craig and I went hunting, we didn’t go for the wild goose,
But when we saw one during the season out there on the loose,
We were ready for them with special shells in our hunting vest.
This poem detailing a time we shot one, may be of some interest. Continue reading
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These are just a few of the things that raise my blood pressure,
Perhaps, I’m sensitive and should seek things that give pleasure.
But I guess being an old guy reduces my tolerance a bit too much.
Some of those irritants can be avoided, others seek your touch. Continue reading