No more
no more fishing
no more hunting
no more baseball
no more football
no more fireworks
no more picnics
no more birthdays
no more Christmas
but most of all no more Father days
because your gone to from here.
to be with others that have left.
so Happy Fathers day from me to Dad


Harold R Hunt Sr
2019

The game was tight
The score was tied
It was the bottom of the ninth inning with two outs
The bases was loaded.
Up to bat was mad cat Alex Bly
The count was 3 & 2
The pitcher was shaking in her shoes.
As Mad cat was swinging the bat waiting for the pitch,
The pitch The crowed went wild as the ball was headed to center field.
High in the air it was, to first she ran
To second it looked good.
Third was was there for the taken.
oh good home it could be.
Then the ball came flying bye
The crowed went quite
The umpire yelled.
No home run today out by a inch
Then she woke up, And said The game is later Today.

Right turn ,left turn
No place to go!
Forward , Backward
No place to go!
Up and Down!
No place to go!
Around and around
No place to go!
I found a place to go
To bed because I'm tired from having
No Place to go!

I'm all alone. my mom and dad have gone to heaven.
two of my three sisters have join them.
the dog and the cat won't talk to me.
my third sister lives to far away to see very day.
I'm all alone. trip to the store didn't get me a Hi even from the cashier.
the policeman on the corner waved but i think it was to move on.
I'm all alone with nothing to do. no place to go no one to see.
I'm all alone.

God's angel the do come to church on every Sunday.
They come to listen to our prayers.
They listen to prayer of sadness and some of joy.
The angels hear of loved ones we lost and loved ones that are sick.
God send them to hear the prayer so he can answer each one.
In his own way
God's angels they come to church to be with us.
on this Sunday his day of rest.

Pull up that Chair she said.
Sit your * down.
I want you to listen.
He wrote this poem only once.
Pull up that chair
The words are not going to **** you.
Read each word aloud
Think What it is.
now can you tell me what it is .
Pull up that chair after you get out
For school is over and you don't need the chair.

He Was A Farmer
He was a farmer for most of his life.
A friend to all that came along.
Would help anyone with a dollar or more.
A jack of all trades and a master of none <He once said.
Loved life his family and his farm.
He is now gone to plow the fields in heaven .
Maybe milk a cow before Sunday church.
Then to a good place to eat. Missing Mary's cooking.
He'll be missed by all that called him Farmer Monroe.
R.I.P. Monroe 5/15/17