In the Well House at grandads place In the summer you would see my happy face There was a water pump in the middle, on the side was a spout I would push the handle up and down until cold water started gushing out Sitting on a rock was a pair of purple and yellow…
The Hope Chest
What’s in a hope chestSomething special not like the rest She puts inside some small treasureSomething she bought that brought her pleasure How will she fill it in the coming yearsAs her day approaches, she has some fears She quietly sits and wonders about that dayHow the things in her chest she would someday display…
Fifteen
I had a beautiful big family of 14 altogether But thanks to DNAs 23 and me I discovered another treasure A brother I never knew how sad I had to do without Knowing brother Glen would have been no doubt An addition to my family, I guess it just wasn’t meant to be Sometimes life…
Rough Seas Ahead
Some days the seas we sail are rough We question at the time if we’ll be tough enough The strength will have to come from inside The oceans deep there’s no place to hide There’s pitching and pounding you can hear it in your ears as you feel the waters spray, you experience a jolt…
Have a Cup of Coffee
Have a Cup of Coffee I love a cup of coffee on a frosty day I like my coffee, I’ll drink it anyway but honestly, I like coffee any time of the year even in the summertime when the sky is clear Something is soothing in that morning cup Not just because it wakes me…
Farmers Helper
The Tractor in the Field The rustic old tractor still sits out by the fence The shiny long gone, but still beautiful, I’ll say in its defense it’s leftover from an age long ago gone by there’s a newer model out, by comparison, it flies one of the most important agriculture components in its day…
Wildflowers on a Hill
I love to gowhere the wildflowers grow Where beauty aboundsColor covers the ground A simple mixture of seedsAt first look like weeds They start out being blandWhen in full bloom, oh, how grand As the wind starts to flowThey’ll put on a show There not a Lilly or RoseNot as sweet to the nose But…
The Box Fan
There was a Box fan that stayed in our open windowAnytime it could be heard as the humming would flow Throughout the house, you could feel the breezeHumming a familiar tune but on no particular key The sound would emanate throughout the houseat night when we were in bed quiet as a mouse The sound…
Burning the Blues
Sitting by a warm and cozy crackling fire staring at flames of yellow and red as they dance higher embers falling and ashes stacking little sparks seem to be continually cracking the visions it stirs up in my mind are childish, but comforting I find The warmth envelopes me and wraps its arms around in…
Picking Blackberries
I loved blackberry picking in the morning right before it got sunny Because it wasn’t only fun but yielded cobblers that we’re yummy A ripe blackberry is a deep black if it is plump and full It will pull free from the plant with only a slight pull If the berry is red or purple,…