September Rose
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I thought what may happen to a pink rose on a September day.
Although it’s not near as exciting as a trip to Disney World to play.
And there’s not enough fun activities to write an exciting book,
This short poem will still give the pretty pink rose a quick look. Continue reading
What Made Pappy Happy
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Old Dad had many entertaining activities that he just loved to do.
This poem will briefly describe some of the the details of a few.
I came to love some of the fun things that he loved to do too.
So I guess he had some influence on me as with him I grew. Continue reading
Mothering
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My wife Pam has been a wonderful mother for forty long years.
This poem contains just a few short verses with her recent fears.
I guess all mothers will continue to mother their children forever
Through good times, bad times, and even when they have a fever.
Family Chicken History
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Sometimes I pick some unusual subjects about which to write,
But we have had a lot of chickens back in our history so bright,
The poem digs very deep and goes back about 71 years or so.
If you’re not a chicken person, you may want to skip this show. Continue reading
Growing Old
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Everyday something else shows up as another sign of old age,
Our aches and pains keep building yearly which makes us rage.
This poem describes how I visualize myself as I grow older.
It’s like an increasing burden that we must carry on our shoulder. Continue reading
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If we got bored hanging round and wanted to have some fun,
We called Buffalo Bob to come up for a Hard Rock Casino run.
We got some free rooms and met for a good visit in the suites.
The Poem points out some of the fun times that were so sweet. Continue reading
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Sometimes our loved ones mean more to us than they know,
And we need to make an effort to tell them we love them so.
The poem expresses my appreciation to Pam for all she does,
Perhaps this short little poem will start a little bit of a buzz. Continue reading
For a while in the late 1990s, we made weekend trips to the lake,
We did several of the activities we loved on our weekend break.
This poem tells a little about how we worked the fun stuff in.
Just having a ball on our terrific monthly Grand Lake Weekend. Continue reading
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Sometimes it feels good to blow a little hot air having fun,
Other times a little hot air can keep us out of trouble on the run.
This poem reviews a little of my hot air about some real times,
While working hard to make sure all the poem verses rhyme. Continue reading
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When I was young no one told me smoking was bad for my health,
So I got hooked on cigarettes at a very young age hiding in stealth.
It was so very hard to quit when I got older smoking quite heavy.
This poem reviews my experiences and the cost that was levied. Continue reading