“I know you,” I said to the man. “With the world at your beck and call Your bravery and cunning in battle Your stature so straight and tall.” “I know you,” I said to the woman. “With eyes so shinning and clear. Abounding in love for husband and child. Your

Another year has passed And we’re all a little older Last summer felt hotter And winter seemed colder.   I try so hard for happy thoughts To put down on my pad Most things coming to mind Makes me very sad.   There was a time not long ago When

I kept reminding myself, That it was time once more, To create some rhymes, For Nineteen Ninety Four. I fretted and frowned, Struggled and strained, But no clever ideas , Entered my brain. I started this back, A long time ago, At Mr. Bodine’s suggestion, For the yearbook, you know. He said take

We’re here, So glad. They’re not, So Sad. We’re fine, You bet. We’re old, Not yet. Bulge here, Bulge there. More head, Less hair. Bo Tox, Could Be. Hair dyed, Yessire. Exercise, we should. Retirement, So good. Get tired, Rocking Chair. Cough Cough, Medicare. Memory bad, Not I. Remember well,

As I stand here before you Looking out at your faces, My mind whirls with thoughts Of other times and other places. And names that slid by me Like thoughts on the wind There‘s Washburn and Powell Also Simmons and Flynn. So many eager young minds That were all in

  For my granddaughter, Elizabeth Grace Bothel Our Humming Bird is Elizabeth Grace She’s gentle, sweet and fair of face, with silky blonde hair and eyes of blue. An angel or imp? We haven’t a clue. She goes flying and darting through the house Yet sometimes she’s as quiet as

For my grandson Mitchell When Mitch was small and full of pep A spry little imp was he He’d fly, tumble dive and zip So we called him our bumble bee. He was a joy to watch as he leaped about He kept us all smiling proudly But his noisy

  “For my granddaughter, Michelle”   Our little butterfly’s name is Michelle She’s as perfect as a rose. I know she’s a gift from heaven above God whispered and told me so.  She flutters and floats like an airy cloud. She never gets in a hurry. She comes and goes