Camp Kiowa
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Most every boy should get to experience America’s Boy Scouts,
It’s a fine group that helps us be prepared for life’s ins and outs.
This poem describes some of the activities that helped me a lot,
And a couple of extraneous activities that weren’t so hot. Continue reading
Night Life In Borger
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Reminiscing the teenage years may be the most fun of all.
As those things we did to to have fun, we do often recall.
This poem points out things we did for our enjoyment,
Living in a very small town, with our special deployment. Continue reading
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There is often special feelings for the place we were raised
With infinite fine memories available for us that we praise.
This poem briefly visits the home that we all grew up in,
Living and loving our young lives to the fullest, way back then. Continue reading
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As we go through life we learn lots of good lessons,
From our daily activities and some special sessions.
This poems talks about some things that I learned,
And describes some minor and major lessons I earned. Continue reading
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We all have some memories that we would like to just forget,
But these are the ones that remain etched there, you can bet.
There was deep laced pain involved with each one for sure,
Here are a few of my memories that remain clear and endure. Continue reading
Sometimes things just aren’t as they may seem
Especially if you’re a young boy and do scheme.
This poem investigates some boys wild imaginations
That dreamed and schemed with no organization. Continue reading
Road Rage
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Some drivers do things while driving that put me into a rage,
I know this is not so good for me, especially in my old age.
This poem documents some of the things that dirty drivers do,
That irritate me to no end and get my temper flaring too. Continue reading
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This poem started out as a personal sentimental trip
And drifted into scrambled ramblings from my lips
About emotional ups and downs both short and long time
That we all endure in our old age and also in our prime. Continue reading
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Because of the current state of this great nation of ours,
We sometimes think that the future may not be all flowers.
This poem daydreams of one possible future for us to endure,
That I have discussed on occasion with Buffalo Bob to be sure. Continue reading
Buel Dine
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Sometimes while growing up with families that you love,
One aunt stands out like a beam of light from above,
This poem is about a very special favorite aunt of mine,
That was always so happy that she actually did shine. Continue reading