Rhythmic Stories

Every morning I eat a piece of toast With a little pat of butter, I like it most That got me to thinking What it took...

in the country down a dusty road  on a Hillside, there’s a little abode  standing back from the big old oak  the one loved by so...

Bathroom Break It was just another normal going to town day  the usual noise makers in the car on the way  8 miles down South Hill...

The country bath happened in an old dishpan On a table in the kitchen, a towel laid close at hand Just a young lad no worse...

                              A Healing Heart Take a memory from your heart                         In your brain’s the place to start                         Was it cloudy or a sunny afternoon...

When in a large family, there is lots of sharing  A whole lot of taking, giving, and caring  Fourteen children all take turns  It stands to...

My sweet mother lived during the great depression   it should’ve left that sweet child with a bad impression   she later lived through   a school building explosion...