There is someone following me
There is someone following me. Everywhere I go.
He follows me to school. He follows me to the church.
I see him on the playground. I see him on a swing.
I not see him at night unless the light is on.
I meet him at the picnic grounds eating a hot dog.
There is someone following me but when I look around.
There is no one in sight but me and my shadow.
could that be who is following me?

There's no ghost.
The house sat on a hill
Old and raged it was.
Some say a ****** took place there.
I open the doors just so I could hear.
But no sounds were here for me.
The windows were divided and the blinds were gone.
The old ***** sat in the corner blood on its keys.
Then a loud noise I did hear, I jumped and turn and I thought I saw a ghost.
I ran for the stairs to look for. Nonetheless, it was behind me.
I saw a light in its eye than I knew it was not a ghost.
I looked to view and it was my dad. Time for bed there's no ghost.

There will be blood on his hands none in his heart.
A boy is shot. A girl is *****.
Where is the man in charge.
A school has a,shooting, people in a church gun down.
What is the man in charge of doing.
Young and old being killed for no reason at all.
There is blood on his hands because he has none in his heart.
Soldiers are dying all over the world.Even on our streets.
Who is in charge. He has blood on his hands and no blood or love in his heart.

The ring.
There are many rings.
The boxing ring , the wrestling ring
There is the high school, college ring
The the best ring of all ,
The wedding rings.
This ring means more than any of  the many rings there is.
Friendship between two, love for the two.
And happiness only if the ring is not broken.
The ring, a circle more than what it is. So simple it has so much to stand for.
But just gold or silver the ring fits on your finger.

The simple things
It's the simple things in life that mean the most.
A simple smile , a kiss , a hug, holding hands and cuddling.
That's what makes the heart smile.
Being with friends and family simply sets the heart a blaze.With happiness.
Knowing you are loved by all of them.
That's the simple things in life that make the world turn today.

The Sky
(pink sky at night sailors delight pink sky in morning sailor take warning)
As the clouds bridge the sky, we wonder why they cover and pretty color.
A blue that shines with the sun so great. That no one would want to break.
Clouds may cover it on rainy day, but the blow will be always there. Changing to pink, just let us know
How the day will go.
Rainy or sunny that is the issue but with a blue sky we see the answer so wonderful day ahead.
The sky keeps the birds that fly.
The jets that scream though it're clouds.
The sky that holds a question at all.

The snow is pretty.
In the winter time. It does snow so hard.
It falls so pretty one flake at a time.
All different shapes and sizes.
With the wind it blows a pile to the sky.
As it falls on the trees. It' makes me think.
How pretty, the snow can be.
We go out to play and make snowmen.
And angels of every kind.
The snow is so pretty.

The song of crickets.
Near the pond lays a field.
Where crickets play their music.
You hear one then two as the song goes on
Many more begin to sing.
A frog and an owl joins in from time to time.
As they sing into the night.
You can hear them at your feet or along the pond and far away.
Crickets play a song that can be here for you to enjoy.

The Stairway
The stairway is long and dark.
We climb one step at a time.
Trying to reach the light above.
Each step takes you closer.
But it's a trip.
You get to the top and reach the door.
Then you remember that you forgot the laundry basket on the floor.

The sun has slowly set
The sun has slowly set,and the long grass now
Waves dreamily in the evening wind;
And the birds has flown from that gray stone
In all the lonely landscape around
I see no light and hear no sound,
Except the wind that is a long way away.
Comes sighing over the sea.
For the sun has slowly set
And the night starts to fall.

How beautiful the sunset:
It's color filled the western sky.
Crimson, yellow , purple and orange.
Watched him change as words go by.
So quickly fade and disappear.
Our earthly lives once the past. And return of Christ is near.
The beauties that wait us in heaven and glory all about.
Far suppress that of the Sunset.
And we will ever be with those we love.

The Swing
The old tree is at the top of the hill.
Has a old swing that hangs from its branch.
The swing doesn't see many children these days.
But every now and then you can hear them play.
The swing is mighty still on a claim day.
But if you look at the edge of night.
You might just see the swing movement.
As the wind blows the swing.

The Swing Door.
Open and close goes the door.
All day long.
In and out goes the people.
No one stopping to think.
Open and close one more time. Ouch!! I was hit in the eye.
Back and forth goes the swing door.

The teddy bear dance
At night do you wonder what goes on after you go to sleep.
It is the dance of all dances.It's the teddy bear dance.
At the stroke of midnight. The bears line up to start the dance.
Big bears,little bears are marching to the beat of their music.
Bears with hats, bear with ribbons all in a line.
Around in the table and by the bed. You see them there.
The other toys watch so quiet. No movement from the trucks.
As your bears dance everywhere.
By the stroke of one of the bears they return. At the spot they stay at.
The night has ended and all is still.
Not a bear is moving you just think it's a dream.
As the night goes on the bears are ready for the next dance
As they dance the teddy bear dance.

The tour bus of heaven.
I was told that when I die.
I should take the tour bus of heaven.
They told me I would see a lot of stars.
I would see Ricky, Lucy, Fred and Ethel.
There might be a chance that I could see Roy Roger and Dale Evens.
Riding through the clouds.
They said the bus would go by Andy and Barney with aunt Be.
As you ride down the street they said, look for Curly,Larry and Moe.
Always doing something crazy.
The last stop will be a big one, for there will be a group of stars,
Hank, Tex, Bill and Minnie pearl.Country music finest.
So make sure to take that tour bus to the stars in heaven.

The train.
I hear a sound in the far distance.
I can't quite distinguish between the sound.
As I listen it becomes more clear.
A sound of a horn I do hear it now.
A train is coming down  the tracks.
Don't know where it's going.
I hear it drawing closer. Could it be?
Yes, as it sounds once more it goes pass  my house.
My house shakes a little then things begin to be come quiet once more.
The train to nowhere just went by.

The trip to grandma's
The snow has covered the ground.
All the trees are white.
The road to Grandma's house is covered in ice.
Pa gets old tom the horse out of the barn.
To make that trip once more this year.
I set in the sled ready to go as I dream of apple and pumpkin pie.
I can think only of the Turkey and how it must smell cooking in the oven.
It's over the river and down the road the snow blows behind the sled.
I stop my thoughts for just one minute. To give thanks to those that give me this day.
To day is thanksgiving and I give thanks to all!

The Twins may have fallen but will never die.
They made the towers fall today Just 13 years ago
People scream and people died.
Nevertheless, their memories will live on.
They bought them down with a crash
They shall live together within our memories.
So the twin towers they may have fallen, but they will never die.
We honor those that were there that day with thoughts of why and then we cry.
We tell each other that he was with them as they came into the gate of heaven.

The two of you
It hard to say good to the two of you.
I think of each time I have a glass of milk.
Time we shared over each glass was a great time for me.
I'll miss you both as we part.
I'll only cry when the milk is gone.
So bye for now my two friends
Till the next time I have cookies.

The Valentine in my heart.
You walked in to my heart.
And stole my love.
You give me a feeling like no other.
You tell me sweet things.
That no other can hear.
You're my Valentine in my heart.
You give me your love that keeps it pumping.
You will love me till my last breath.
On this day, you're my valentine.

The visit
She sat at the side of the grave. Talking away to who was there.
She got no answer but she lived her day with him.
She cried for awhile,then laugh with joy as she smiled just for a second.
Her visit was long but to her not long enough she had to visit three more graves.
Her days are spent there at the graves. For her family was lost and bring no joy.
As she walked to the other, she stopped to fix the flag on another. Gave a smile.
Then walked on.
Her visit is joy to her only with unhappiness for those she lost.
As he left she closed the gate. And now you all are safe.

The walk
I walk these streets all alone.
No one knows who I am.
They don't say a word to me.
I do the same to the.
I watch as they all do sins
For what I die for.
I walk and listen to their troubles.
And think of a way I might help.
Gun, ***** and *** they do.
But I say no words and keep on walking.
No one to keep my hand.
No none to share my troubles
For I care for their troubles on my back.
As I walk these streets.

The walking moon
Two lovers join hands in the early evening to go walking.
They walked a round the pond that was still.
You could look at the moon start to shine.
As the walk they kiss one time And looked to the sky
The moon was bright and cloud blew by
And it looked as if the moon had winked.
As they walked along they said to each other
This is our walking moon.

The wall
The wall was built to keep them out.
Or was it built to keep us in?
Built so tall you can't climb over
And you can't go under it.
So long that you can't go round.
No doors at one end
But a gate to let you in or out.
You can touch the wall
But don't climb on it.
It's just a wall to me and you.

THE WEEKEND BASH.
You cut the lawn and clean the garage.
You fire up the grill.Oh, what a thrill.
For the weekend bash.
The hot dogs are cooking the beer is chilling.
The game will appear to be a killing.
For my weekend bash.
The guest are all but here.
I want to drink my first beer.
Can't wait I'm going insane.
O! Dam here comes the rain.
So there goes  my weekend bash.

The whooper
I went fishing the other day.Caught a fish that I was surprised.
The fish was a least six inches long.
I took my fish and went to the market to look for beer.
Their I told, the butcher I caught a fish.
That was 12 inches long.
On the way to my house I saw a cop friend of mine.
I told him that i had a fish that was 18 inches long.
I stopped for a few beers at the bar I saw joey the postman.
I told joey that i had a whopper of a fish that was
Two feet long.

The Wild West.
I jump on my horse old lucky.
We take to the hills along the trails.
Across the plains, we do ride. Like wind high in the trees, I do see.
We ride for hours without a worry.
For we are in no real hurry.
Across the wild west, I do ride with the most pride I do have.
Then wouldn't you know it had to come.
Mom yell," dinner get off that rock n horse.'

The witches tea party
Tonight is the beginning of a site. You might find myself in a fright.
Tonight starts the witches tea-party.
They fly from near and far just to be there.
Black hats and cats stand in place waiting to start the flight.
Rhonda and Sammi they pour the tea.
That cast a spell on Halloween night.
Look to the sky that very night and you can see
As they ride through the sky.
One by one headed home from the witches tea-party.

They Are coming for our guns.
They are there for our guns.
Should we give them to those that seek.
Should we keep them to show our might.
One shot could provoke a war.
One shot could save our lives
They want our freedom
We say no god saves us.
Should we stand our grounds or should we give them to a traitor
They say it will stop gun crime. We say a bullet will do that.They are there for our guns.
Should we hand them to them or give them a bullet first.
Let's keep our rights.

They Flew Their flags
Two armies flew their flags as they fought each other.
Killing one from the north and one from the south.
They flew their flags each with pride in their own belief.
Now today they fight as one for the flag they love.
One from the north and one from the south fighting
Those that want to take away our belief of life.
We fly it high to show we stand as one in a country in love of our flag.
They flew their flags now as one of the land they do love.

They wear their boots
For over 234 years, they have worn their boots.
They walked the mud of bunker hill
The snow of Gettysburg.
Through the valleys of Italy and France.
They wear their boots with pride across the world.
Each American in their own boots they do march..
They shine those boots to march down  main street.
With their heads all high and tall.
The American soldier fills those boots they wear.
Blood sweat and yes tears drops fall on these boots.
But they are worn with freedom by design.
Each soldier wants to die with their boots of freedom on.

Thinking of you
Late at night I think of you.
I wonder did you think of me too.
We all miss, and wish you were here to finish not the rest of the years.
You put a smile on everyones face,you touch us in different ways.
You left us with out an explanation , and we wonder why it had to be you,
But I guess you tried and couldn't pull through.
You were always happy,never were down, so when we feel like giving up or quit trying to be strong, we think of you keep carrying on.
When you left us you did not go alone, becuz you took a part of everyone with you when you went on.
I will see you again one day but right now your only in my dreams, and when I think of you it brings back sweet memories.
Until that day comes when we meet again, I know your by my side watching after me in everything I do.

This is the end
I saw the look on your face it was one of dismay.
I seen that you seen I knew this relationship was over.
No more happiness,no more joy.
All gone with these last words.
This is the end.
Goodbye is a hard word , it's over is just a tail
So long can't make amends.
This is the end.
Get a taxi.Or take a bus.
Just go anyway you want.
Close the door just don't damage it.
As it hits you in the end, you'll be gone.
So now I can say. THIS Is The END!

The thunder and lighting.
When I was little I hear a boom and the lights went out.
As we was in the dark my parents sat us about.
We ask what that noise was and why did the lights go out.
My mom, said that was thunder and lighting.
We wondered what caused it.
She said with a smile.
Those are little men in the sky and they are bowling.
That is the thunder you hear.
The lighting comes from the men getting a strike.
Which causes the sky to light up.
I looked at my mom and said with a smile
I want them on my bowling team.

Old Abe he has die.
That is no lie.
Man has walked on the moon.
But it is not of cheese We must agree.
Elvis ,He is dead.
I don't want to go to bed.
For Time marches on.

To_
Music ,when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory...
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves , when the rose is dead ,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed
And so their thoughts, when you are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
As the moon glows upon trees
The birds will sing a song so pretty only
To_

Today somewhere a gun killed somebody. It does not really matter who it was that  did it. It could have taken place on the streets of the USA or in some war hating country overseas. But the question my friends is. Do we give up our rights to bare arms here to save a life or to let some war hater **** us?
Somewhere today we lay to rest . A child, a bother, a sister or our father and mother.
Today somewhere a gun goes quiet! A body lays dead, A person cries," When will this stop?"
Today somewhere in this world.

Tom
Tom the Turkey he ran away.
I don't know where he is going to stay.
He vanishes one afternoon when pa went to town.
Tom was a big fat bird.
That followed me through the barn yard.
Now it's Thanksgiving day I ask pa if I could say a dinner prayer.
I asked God if he could make Tom return.

To Many lies
You tell to many lies to be able to tell the truth.
One lie for this,one lie for that.
One lie to cover that lie which was a lie to start.
Lie who you are or a lie where you have been.
A lie what you eat or a lie for what you lied about.
Even a lie about your golf. Or a lie to your wife who else.
Just to many lie about a lie which could be the truth if you just wouldn't lie.

To Poets -- By Walter savege Landor[1775-1864]
My children!Speak ill of one another;
I do not ask you not to hate;
Cadets must envy every elder brother,
The little poet must the great.

Twice they cried.
As they stood and said I do.
They cried together for the first time.
They cried in joy as they wed.
To be together as long as they live.
They cried for the second time.
I do know.
As they lay in bed
One ready to die,one ready to live.
They cried as one left this world.
Twice they cried but not sadden
For they know they will be together again.

Twis  the night before Christmas and all through the house not a person was up not even a dog.
The sox were hung on the door with tape just waiting for Old st.Nick.
Mom in her night gown and me in my long johns.
Settle in for a night of nics.
When all of a sudden we heard what was police cars.
As we watched on the tv with surprise.
The reporter said that Santa got busted for breaking and entering.
As the police cars drove out of sight.
We heard him say, Merry Christmas to all and call my lawyer.

Two Cats
I once had two cats
They set out to chase rats.
They both were white as snow but would not know.
For they love the mud.
Each was unique in their way.
Ping and Pong were their names.
One had six toes and the other had seven.
They loved to go to bed by eleven.
When the coo clock would strike.
They would attempt to catch the bird.
As their last game at night.
Two Cats strange indeed in the funny way.

Two Sisters at the gates to heaven.Looking for someone they know.
They look as they walk,left to right.
Looking to see them soon.
Two sister walking hands and hand.
As they walk a little more. They saw a friend the missed before.
Asking him, "has you seen "?
He pointed down the way.
Two sisters hands and hand.
One sister tells to the other as she points. There they are.
The fresh looks with a face of joy.
there is mom and dad.
Two sisters being in heaven so the can be family once more.

Two Thumbs Up.
My granddaughter she plays baseball.
One day she had a game I went to see her.
She got up to bat and hit the ball hard and far.
She yelled from first that one is for you grandpa.
The next time she came to bat she hit the ball farther than before.
She headed to second I yelled keep going. As she rounds to third
I gave her a thump up.
She headed to home and I wishing so hard.
But the umpire yelled ,"You're out!"
She was looking at me with tears in her eyes.
But I still gave her two thumbs up.
To my MVP.

Under my bed
Under my bed, I do see all kinds of thing.You would not know.
Under my bed, I find some sox. And a small box.
Under my bed. I see a fire truck. It was next to the ******* trunk at the foot of my bed
Under my bed, I see a book. ******* in a knot of fishing line with a hook.
Under my bed, I find a bat. And my yellow cat.
Under my bed, there is a red ball. But I bump my head trying to get under my bed.

Under The Christmas Tree
Under the Christmas tree I set.
Wating for my Christmas gifts.
A car, a truck a bike would be nice.
I ate all the cookies and drank the milk
Better for me than old saint nick.
It's getting really late and I can't wait.
I have to go ***, but I don't want to miss him.

Now that I went I just can't believe gone 5 mins.
He was here and gone.
No truck, no car and no bike.
A sox full of rocks and a note.
It said,"better luck next year you drunk!"

Under the stairs.
There is a person who lives under my stairs
He has gray hair and long hair on his face.
I know he takes that place under the stairs.
He wears a dark coat to come out to milk the goat.
Do not mean to imply a word, but his smile is a mile.
I see him everyday when he comes upstairs to stay.
He is so funny when he gives me money.
Tells me of candy for Tammy and I
My mom tells me to go under the stairs
To see if he is there.
I bump my head and I do not hear the roar from under the stairs.
Grandpa there is just laughing hard as he can.

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Little girl she does dream. While a little Boy he does play.
While the angels do a dance to the song she does sing about a star they begin to to pray.
little grrl she begins to sing a song of a star so near but so far
The little boy he plays a drum to the song she does sing
While the angels do a dance to the song she does sing about a star they begin to to pray.
They all pray for those that have died,
That are on  the star which are near but far.
The little girl far.does dream As the little boy he does play.
The Angels they still do a dance on the star which is so near but so far.

Off and On , Off and On .
Bright and bright. Dark and dark.
   Who's playing with the lights?