The leaves are beginning to turn these days.
As the seasons ready, itself for the season change.
Brown, yellow and some green are falling to ground.Where they will stay.
The wind blows these last few days to carry the leaves to the ground.
There near the top I see one leaf all alone.
Hanging on to the branch as if it wanted.
To be For some reason, the last leaf of the season

True Love for Gramma
I said to my mother I want to go to Gramma's house.
She said, not today!
I was attempting to walk but with no luck.
I would ride my bike, but it's just a trick.
I can't drive a car it's too far.
I took a box and went inside to cry I want to see Gramma's house.
Momma heard the cry.
When she just opens the box, I said mail me to Gramma's house

We bleed as a soldier is killed.
We bleed as a policeman gives his life.
We bleed as a child of many color die in the streets.
We bleed for the lost of a love one.
We bleed because we care.
We bleed because we ALL ARE AMERICANS
WE Bleed RED WHITE AND BLUE because IT IS IN OUR BLOOD

There are candles burning somewhere.
Tonight there are candles burning
For the falling heroes that gave their lives for our freedom.
A candle burns to say thank you.
From the highest mountain top.
To the lowest coast line of our shores.
A candle burns tonight to show our love
No hate, no disrespect for these soldiers.
As the candles burn somewhere, let the flame burn bright for America

fog
It creeps across the grass at night
You can't even look at the lights.
Thick as soup without a ***.
You can not see the tree top.
Buildings to conceal from sight.
A foggy night with a strange sight.
You don't want to go out for fear of frighting.
What could this fog bring tonight?

It seems everyone has a comment now days
You have a comment
I have a comment.
Your maybe nice and mine maybe bad.
But I'll send mine C.O.D

Where frozen ember still burn
I find you are gone.
You may not come back.
In my heart is the place where frozen ember still burn.
The love we once had is all but gone.
Even when my heart is burning and even if frozen embers still burn.
The healing will soon be gone, but my heart is where the frozen ember still burn.
For you and only you the love of embers still burns in your cold frozen hear

Teacher, teacher I want to know can we go to the moon.
Teacher teacher I want to know can we go to the zoo.
Teacher teacher I want to go to lunch.
Teacher teacher will you please answer me.
Teacher teacher I have to go ***

Can't find my homework.
The dog must have eaten it.
Missed the bus.So I had to walk next door to the school.
Mom is going to get mad. I got a F for lunch.
The day is almost over.
I watch the clock with care.
Then it happens.I wake up!
Then I think it's only the second day of school.

Up in the morning, I due dread.
Running and screaming I hear in bed.
Back to school what a joy.
Reading, writing and no toys.
The roar of buses I hear them come.
Schools days prepare to begin.
Buses here and buses there.
When is the buses going to end?
I hear someone one shout "is it summer yet"
And It's the first day of school

School days
There is something these days
I will see.
As the days become shorter for the year I do hear.
Children now begin to jump for joy.
As they run to their buses not with toys.
Buses here, Buses there now buses ever where.
Traffic becomes just a real joke A real slow poke.
School days are here.
WOW! the quite of the storm.

I can't find Elvis
I have been looking everywhere for Elvis.
I told his ma'am that it would be alright.
I found his teddy bear and returned it to sender.
His blue suede shoes are in his bedroom.
And the pink car is located in the driveway.
The jailhouse isn't rocking
So don't get all shook up.
He 'll be home for Christmas
But right now i'm a hound dog
That can't find Elvis

I sit on my pouch at night and hear the night owls hoot.
First one then another call back and forth
You can hear them far away.Another here and there.
Hoot hoot they cry just to see who answers them.
A coyote off in the far distance answers with a howl.
Hoot hoot at times I think they are talking to me.
The night owls up late like me

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

As I walked among the tomb stones
there they stood side by side
men of honor all dead.
There they was ready to fight
I saw them standing there.
a flag in one mans hand and a gun in the other.
Standing tall not a movement as blood cover them all.
I saw them standing there.
then they were gone.
but the head stones were still all in a row..
the heroes of our freedom. they were all gone,
I saw them standing there

Ruby's for her hair

In the picture on the wall was a little girl.
Her smile lit up the room.
Her hair of gold made her face shine bright as the sun shined.
The hair piece was made of ruby's.
That shine so bright that even in the picture they looked so real.
curls in her hair turned just a little shade of red from each ruby

In the picture on the wall was a little girl.
Her smile lit up the room.
Her hair of gold made her face shine bright as the sun shined.
The hair piece was made of ruby's.
That shine so bright that even in the picture they looked so real.
curls in her hair turned just a little shade of red from each ruby

A trip to Mars will it be really far? Should I bring something? Should I take my roller skates? Or just some more close to wear. How about a change of underwear? When I get there will I see a pink man. Or just someone that stinks. Will i see anyone i know from a far? On this trip to Mars

lost in time

We were friends for years in school. Who held hands and walked in the hall. Those days just pass away. We lost some time over the years. As we grow old.We didn't Know we were so near. We finally we met once again A friendship we do have For it was just lost in time

I was setting on a hillside late Christmas eve. Not saying a thing to anyone. When a man came up along side of me and sat down. We sat there for hours and said nothing. The moon went and the sun came up. The man stood and started to walk away. Then he turns and said someday there will be world peace. Then he left. I thought to myself that had to be Christ. For this is Christmas and he would have only known.What was on my mine.

I was setting on a hillside late Christmas eve. Not saying a thing to anyone. When a man came up along side of me and sat down. We sat there for hours and said nothing. The moon went and the sun came up. The man stood and started to walk away. Then he turns and said someday there will be world peace. Then he left. I thought to myself that had to be Christ. For this is Christmas and he would have only known.What was on my mine.

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----

The ground is all most covered in snow. As you look you can see a rabbit running in the snow. Leaving a trail of foot prints behind. On the old school grounds a small deer looking for food. Walking around leaving it prints all behind. The snow begins to fall heavy covering the foot prints. The children are now heading to school walk slowly making footprints. The snow if falling and all is blanket now and the foot prints are gone. What a snowy day to make footprint in the snow.

The lighthouse It stands on an island all alone. Shinning so bright at night. Looking for the ships that go by in the dark of night. Looking for a friend to wink at is away of life for this house. A wink in the fog will guide these ship safe and sound to the main land. When at night you look to the sea you will see. The lighthouse so bright is sending you a friendly wink

Dear Former love, This is my last letter to you. You have made me blue just one too many time. I can't sleep thinking of all the heart aches. This is the only way. Goodbye and good luck for this is my last letter to you

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 hear

The little flower grew a little each day. As I watched it out my window. So Pretty as it stood there all alone. Fall rain kept it alive as it feeds on the drops. When the snow started to fall it was so tall it was a pretty sight. A snow flakes, falling Oh, lightly covering it in a blanket of white. The days traveled so fast as I watch it grow. That as the spring sun hit it just right. Pretty pink lite up the snow. The wind blows just right and you see more of the winter flower

Christmas week my dear, the shopping is done for everyone. The days grow closer, just a few more weeks and football will be done. Ham is about ready One more cold beer for the top and it will be ready. 4 more days and Santa will come.A bag full of toys just to please me. I hope he is on a slim fast diet this year. I forgot to clear the chimney you see. Cookies will be out for his milk will be there if the cow comes back. A few more Hours left and things are going right. I think I will go to bed right now. Grandpa just yells in a loud voice."Where the HE--- is the Snow.Santa wouldn't be coming but in a Chevy

Two little boys are playing in the mud. Both covered from head to toe. They play as friends with just the thought of mud. When they finished they dumped water on their heads. One of the boys look at the other and said" your mud didn't come off

In school, the other day. We had to make a Christmas wish list for Santa I wished for a doll for my sister I wished for a rattle for my baby brother I wished for a better job for my daddy. I wished for my mom to stop her crying I wished that all the soldiers would come home. I wished for the country to be safe for us. I wished for the president to love our country and not to rip it apart. So this is my wish list I gave to my teacher. And with a tear in her eyes she asked me what I wanted Santa to bring me. I said with a smile on my face I just want him to answer my wish for all

wait here Jesus is coming.
I don't know when.
but I have been told
That he is coming.
wait here Jesus is coming
Will he ride a donkey or walk across the open water.
could it be on a cloud that he rides.
or on a angels back as she flies.
wait here to see Jesus come.

Setting here writing a poem.
Nothing much to say.
Do you have knee pain?
we can help.
call 1-800 - break a leg
so the poem i write is so short that i forgot the words

Walking down the road one day.when i was joined by a man
He was wearing a cowboy hat and caring a old guitar.
He did say anything just smiled.
As we walked i could hear him start to sing.
The first song was i saw the light.Then he sang I'm so lonesome I could cry.
A short smile as he walked away.
I heard him say by the way my name is Hank
Then he was gone from sight.
Right the I knew who he was.

Today I see babies born
Just to be torn and killed.
Thousands of young and old
Yelling why must I die.
I did nothing wrong.
Is it hate or is it joy
They don't know the fate.
Rwanda 's genocide killing all those that stand.
Swing clubs and machetes. Cutting them all down.
But they don't know why i must die they think.
The blood rolls in the streets.
Who can stop it we want to know
Peace is the answer not the dope.

Lost on the road
no map, no phone
Dark outside
spooky, dogs barking.
rain begins to fall.
The night air is cold.
no more gas.
should I get out?
there's a house
no lights on.
getting out going to the house.
now I can say I'm home

The fire burns so brightly.
you can read the paper on the tree.
leave trespassers will die.
the sounds of dogs barking loudly
covering the screams.
lights flashing on and off
no one lives in the house.
and there he was as I pictured him.
old gray hair, baggy close
walking towards me.
then he smiled no teeth no eyes.
there he hung from the tree
a scarecrow and the sign on his chest said boo
MERRY CHRISTMAS U ALL

Here I set waiting for Santa.
A glass of milk and some cookies.
It's snowing outside and the dog is cold as an ice
The fireplace is clean no wood to burn
Here I set waiting for Santa Claus.
Now the milk is getting warm.
The cookies are getting green.
I'm getting mad for my dad just told me.
IT'S The 4th of July!!

She comes from the heaven above.
A angel with wings of gold.
Hair of red that shines like the sun.
She come to sing a song of joy.
As we listen to her song
She sings one of Christmas time.
She brings happiness to us all.

The birds do fly south.
only for one reason.
They can't walk. it's  to far

The sound of the train is a song of it's own
a thump here and a thump there as it moves along the tracks.
a short blast of the whistle then a long one
make the railroad sound so sweet.
a thump a thump toot toooot as it moves along
then far away you hear the last toot saying goodbye until
you hear the railroad song once more.
thumpy thump thumpy thump toot toot tooot.

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I want to know when it snows in Buffalo.
Will it be soon say around noon.
or of course it could be in June.
Liked to know if it's going to snow
or can I mow the lawn once more.
Can I make my thanksgiving pie.
or do I have to wait till July.
Well the fourth they say will be sunny and warm.
and I will see you all when the snow melts in Buffalo!!

He's to big for a car and to big for a bike.
Maybe a bus will do.
But he has no place to go.
He has a trunk to care around.
I 'm not sure but he does carry any underwear.
No tooth bush would help.
His breath smells like peanuts
He has no place to go
Can he stay at your place?

If I had a dime for every question i was asked.
I would be a rich man.
A dime for how do i get to -------.
A dime for is it far?
A dime for do you know if they have this?
A dime for is this free or do i have to pay?
A dime for where is the bathroom?
A dime for do you have coffee?
now if I had a dime for these questions I would not have to work
For the questions just made me $.70

the cold is being to flow
the air has become cold.
the trees are almost bare.
duck st the pond begin to huddle together.
children are not playing outside as much these days.
as we get ready for the first freeze.
he temp. drops a few more numbers
as the smoke rise from the stove.
hot drinks for the children what a treat.
it's rain out now as it taps the window.
look at the ice now on the trees.
this is the first freeze.

she says she wants ten bucks.
now she wants 40
before you know it, it's 50 he needs.
here we are just at the store
she says to me ' can i have a 100 please.
i look at her with a plea for help.
i say in these nice words.
no, money honey you broke me

Hiding in the mine,
we do not know,.
could it be love or could it be hate.
the sweet thought of love comes from within.
the thought of hate is the rage of bad
only man can control his thoughts
whatever they may be.
hiding in the mine

You tell a person something that.
you know is the truth.
It travels from person to person.
with much more add or taken off.
You say you killed a dog.by the time it gets back to you.
you have spent the night in jail for killing your wife.
They bend the truth.
even if you know you're right and they are wrong.
you try to keep from saying anything wrong but
they always bend the truth
They are out there and here I am just trying to find
someone that knows the truth.
I didn't do it!!!

Whose shoes I wait to know.
I can't find the owner you see.
The shoes won't fit my feet
Boy do the shoes stink.
Whose are they we would like to know.
For if they are yours
Please wash your feet!!!

Not getting anywhere
writing my poems to make you smile.
hoping that you will enjoy.
i'm not getting anywhere
so i keep writing more.
points here and points there.
each page is full of poems i write.
going from 600 to 5 then 3 and now back to 5
i'm just not getting anywhere.
this might sound like a complaint
you maybe right if you think.
but i'm not getting anywhere you see

I went to bare a* beach the other day.
to my surprise it was funny to see
people everywhere playing and swimming.
The funnest was that no one was bare A*
the rule was you had to cover your A