Bo Jangles
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I’ve always loved all the dogs our families have owned,
But there was an exception for one dog we have known.
This poem is about Bo Jangles, the dog with no brain,
This dog never did anything but cause me serious pain. Continue reading
Phillips Blackhawk Marching Band
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Not too many people know I played in the Phillips band,
I played two different instruments both held in my hand.
This poem tells a little about my experiences while there,
And gives appreciation to the fine band directors that did care.
Quail Hunting
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I remember those fun quail hunting trips with my brother,
We had so much fun hunting those quail with one another.
This poem just touches on some of my memories of those trips.
Describing the action we saw out hunting long before I was a crip. Continue reading
Army Inefficiencies
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The army is geared for training people with a 6th grade degree,
With my Masters of Engineering it was very very boring for me,
This poem investigates their very poor use of my background,
Even after they sent me to 5 months training, I did often frown. Continue reading
Third Street Days
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I was a very young lad when we moved to Phillips town
I think these were the most enjoyable years I put down.
This poem describes the old house and times that were good.
While we were living there and loving our lives as we should.
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Sometimes you resist something you don’t think you’ll like,
And when you give in, you wish you’d started earlier in life.
This Poem reminisces of my resistance to square dancing
And giving in and learning it really felt more like prancing.
Mom’s Cats
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Mom loved cats to sit on her lap while she rested,
They started their motors and they purred as they nested.
This poem discusses a couple of cats she had at our home,
When Craig and I were young boys bugging cats on the roam.
PAD
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Not too long after I retired from working hard for a living,
Some serious pain to me both of my legs were sure giving.
This poems describes how I was able to help my legs some,
Avoiding scalpel surgery, and a more difficult time to come.
MaMa’s Cookin‘
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My Mom and Dad never ate out while we were growing older.
So the cooking was always a load on our Mom’s shoulders.
She became a super cook and this poem discusses her meals,
That we ate everyday as they had much palate appeal.