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Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
the wind is blowing as the trees say welcome spring.
the trees are full of buds as they begin to bloom
the smell of fresh cut grass makes you noise itch
the bugs say hi there as the bite your arms and legs
it's time to welcome spring once more.
children are waiting for the clock  to tick fast.
as they want vacation to come.
swimming pools are being filled.
baseball games are being played.
summer is around the corner.
hot dogs are burning on the grill.
leaves are falling on the ground.
rakes are scratching the the ground
pools have no water
fall is next to come so fast.
the cold air is blowing the snow
cars are stuck on the hillside.
the water is now ice
winter go away fast .
the four seasons they come and they go
year after year as we grow old we watch them.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
9 puppies
one white, one brown
o, two black two gray
two black and gray
one brown gray and black.
9 puppies born on a rainy day.
warm they are next to mom.
as they lay in a row.
eyes are closed but just waiting to eat
9 puppies fast to sleep.
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Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
They place a flag up on his casket.
One to honor his life he gave to his country.
It will not fly today on a building.
Only in the hearts of those he left behind.
Stars and stripes an American flag.
Give to his family to honor him.
with the stars up facing heaven
As he is called to another place to serve a higher power.
May we bless those that left and those that will
For this flag will only fly for them
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Dear daughter of mine,
  Please don't cry! Please don't ask why.
For I have gone to heaven to plat my banjo. For the great Bill Monroe.
It will be not a song of sorrow that I play tomorrow.
For I will play on the stage with a lady named Patty Page.
I will not play to bitter, but with the great Tex Ritter.
So the music you hear in the sky will not make you cry.
For God only wants me to play my banjo.
  Love,
      Your dear old dad.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Am I Near Heaven.
A little boy and his went for a walk on Wednesday.
They came up on a big mountain that touch the sky.
The little boy said," we are going to climb up there today!"
                The dog barked.
They climbed for miles and miles. Up and up. Towards the sky
When they where almost to the top. He looked down to see the town.
As they climbed higher and higher the town became smaller and smaller.

When they got to the top. All they could see was clouds.
He could hear the birds below but no trees he could see.
He turn to his dog, a friend indeed, he asked with a look of need,"  Am
I near Heaven?"
  For just days ago his mother had died. and he wanted to be near..
This poem was wrote in 2014.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
A phone call to Heaven.
Ring, ring, Hello God, I'd like to talk to my mother  please."
            Why? Who is she?
Well, God, She is the one who gave me birth.
Who raised me when I was little.She is the one who had all the answers when I
needed them.
She is the guy who stayed by my side when I was sick.
Well, God, she is the one that cried when I went to school the very first day.
She was here to pull those off that fought with me.
She was the for the high school years.
To see us walks the halls with our former love.
Also, God, she came to see us marry the love of our lives.
She liked to see the first and all her grandchildren to be born.
                AS proud as she could be!
  She was still there when we needed her.
So God, wonders if you know who she is
I know I do! And what you try to me to tell her?
                  Well God.
I ask you to thank her for being our mother.
And though she is not here. We all love and miss persons her.
Say to her that things are fine and not to worry.
That she did a great job. And to face all of us.
            Can you do that?
Why sure I Can For You. She Is Great To Me
        Click, Buzzzzzzzzzzzzz
This is my first poem. It has been put in a newspaper in the north. and in a book.
I hope everyone that reads it enjoys it.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
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
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
April showers bring those May flowers.
may flowers bring those June weddings
the hope of every girl.
so let those April showers fall on those flowers
to make each girl dreams come true.
as the teardrops fall the April showers come
so let it rain today.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
I go to bed at night. I lay my little head in my bed.
I start to dream the day away.
Bacon in the morning, oh what a smell.
The red ball I chase down the hall under the table it goes.
Then out doors are my greatest thing. The neighbors cat is my target.
Around the house and through the follows I go.
Up the tree, the cat does run.(one of these days she will be mine).
Then it's suppertime for me a stake bone might be nice.
Then to the bathroom I go. Water in the tub is just for me.
A rubber duck I find is great.
Then it's to bed I go.Oh, what a dream.
This is my puppy dream and it is GRRRReat!!!
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
There is a flower that is growing
It has no stem but will grow big.
The center of this flower has the eyes for you.
No petals to hole the beauty in
Nevertheless, is the prettiest you ever seen.
You may have one or there maybe more
However, the flower is always there.
You tell the flower that it is pretty
But you really are saying, daughter, I love you.
Because you're my sweet flower and no one has one like you
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
as we grow old
The snow is gone
the new year has begun
Spring is in the air.
birds are sing.
Dogs are chasing cats.
the trees have buds that are growing.
people are camping in the woods.
fires to keep them warm you can smell.
daylight is getting longer.
as time moves on.
Summer will be here sooner than we think.
warm to go go swimming just can't wait.
picnics hot dogs and hamburgers the American meal.
how the seasons just past as we grow old.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
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
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Fell out of bed and broke my arm.
Cooked my lunch and burnt the soup.
Went for a ride and got a flat.
Went to the store and got a ticket.
Took a shower and slipped and broke my leg.
Went to bed and knocked the light over and started a fire.
Just a bad luck day and the week just began
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
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
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Beer bottle Blues
Here I sit all broken hearted.
She left and is not going to come back.
One beer might **** the pain.
Then my friends all say she was no more than trash.
That she really didn't love you.
Two bottles of beer to **** the headache..
The feelings that I had for her was so great.
That the third bottle of beer would do me in.
Now so drunk I can not remember her name.
The fourth bottle will say it all.
Beer bottle blues that's what I got.
Hey joe another round.
Then I'll quit dreaming
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Blessed are the children
Blessed are the children that God gives us.
Blessed the love we provide them with.
Blessed the joy of seeing them grow
Blessed are the children as God calls them home.
The lost of any loved one is a hurt that nobody can stand.
All we can do be praying for the family and send our love
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Early in the morning traveling down I-77
I saw a young soldier in uniform.
I stop to choose pick him up.
We talked a awhile he spoke of the war.
How he lost so many friends.
We parked in the dinner. I ran in to get something to eat.
When I return to the truck.He finished his story.
He said that he loved America. And the freedom it stands for.
How he fought for each American.
He then told me this was his exit.
So I stopped. He said thanks to my friend
I said no thanks you my hero.
For fighting for me.
I drove off and I looked back and he was gone.
I thought I just had breakfast with a hero ghost
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Building a dream
you build a dream from a idea you have.
the thought of something you want.
the crave of other dreams that have not come true.
the need of a dream is something you need but can have,
dream on and you might build a dream to have.
keep that idea going and you have started.
crave that want and it just might come true
most of all keep dreaming.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Build that wall Mr trump
to keep the illegals out.
Build it 20 feet tall that big wall.
Miles and miles long. It won't be wrong.
keeping America safe that is first,
Build it with stone and iron
Make it where they can't get in.
Money you need they say to build it .
Make congress take a pay cut.
Or take all the drug money and make the dope heads pay.
They don't need welfare or food stamps.
Build that wall Mr Trump And you might just be President once again.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Bump ouch.
around and around they go.
thump ouch and bump ouch.
around and around they go
thump ouch and bump ouch
Da* it i wish i knew how to roller skate
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
There is a cabin in the woods.
All are broken down from stormy weather.
Holes in the roof so birds can fly in and out.
No door to shut the air out.
Broken windows from days gone by and a few stones from those that know.
Floors all ***** and boards all torn.
Who own this cabin in the woods.
See if it is a hunter or a slave or maybe even old Abe.
The cabin in the woods may hide stories of Jessie James.
Or it could bring the tail of Betsy Ross making the flag for good old George.
All we know is this cabin sits here in the woods
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Can you remember the good old days
When milk costs only 25 cents.
How about when bread was a dime.
Can you remember your neighbor's name?
Or when he said hello.
Can you remember stealing a kiss from the girl
Down the street.
Can you remember playing baseball in the park
Until dark.
Can you? Really can you?.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
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 sim\g a song of a star so near but so far
The little boy he plays a drum yo 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 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
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The snow has fallen all night long.
the grass is covered and the birds are gone.
The wind howls through the trees and against the windows.
the lights from the house in the neighborhood on glowing bright.
Smoke is flowing out the chimneys warming each house.
The tree in the corner is covered with lights.
the stockings are hung on the fireplace.
the old gray cat is curled in a ball.laying on the floor.
It's christmas eve and all is quite.
carolers have come and gone
sing songs of peace on earth.
And wishing everyone a Merry Christmas And a Happy New Years
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The lights blink on the trees.
the smell of pine fills the room.
The star on top glows in glory
Cookies and milk on the table
stockings hung in a row.
Candy canes on the tree now only three.
no gifts yet maybe later to be seen.
Snow on the ground outside will tell
the footsteps of Santa's reindeer
The old dog is put in the shed.
with a blanket to keep him warm.
no fire is burning but the house is warm. with Christmas love.
The ham is cooking for the dinner Tomorrow. smells just wonderful.
Apple pie cookies and popcorn ***** just wanting to be eaten
Ready for bed dreaming of the Christmas love.
That fills the house this Christmas eve.
For Christmas is the time to Give our Christmas Love.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
He kneels down on the ground and looked to the north.
A bright star he did see.
He walks away and found another shepherd standing looking at the same star.
A third man then joined the other two.
And they walked. God stopped them and said, behold a king has been born on this night.
And they walked, they found the king in an old barn.
They knelled before him and they prayed.
This is now a Christmas prayer only we have many more to say.
So God behold I take your son and you in my heart
Let no man change this my lord for you are king of all.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
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
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Christmas Wish. do come true
a little girl setting on the floor crying
mama in the chair trying to hold back the tears.
the Christmas tree lights are on.
Mama ask what is wrong?
little Alisa says Why can't i have Christmas gifts like the other kids.
No money no job now rent due food almost gone.
The christmas season is a wreck for them.
Alisa says mama all i want for christmas is Daddy to come home.
the tears flow.as the door opens and there stood her dad.
she looks at her mama and said Christmas Wish do come true
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
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.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
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.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
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
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
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
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Cookies and milk
On Christmas eve night.
Get ready to go to bed.
Before i go, I get a glass of milk to drink.
I also got a glass of milk and cookies for Santa.
They tell me that the milk helps him make it in for the night.
The cookies are a treat to help him stay awake.
So off to bed I go. Thinking should I have left more.
When I hear a thank you.
I run to the room and the milk and cookies were gone.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
setting here waiting as the days go bye.
nothing to do but look at you as the days go bye.
fun times are long but not forgotten as the days go bye
schooldays have past and so have friends as the days go bye.
growing old each day year by year as the days go bye.
now is the time to leave and let the next one wait as the days go bye..
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Dear soldier hero,
I address you with a prayer just for you.
I tell God to keep you safe, so you can give me my freedom.
I thank you and all the heroes that have to fight each night.
I cry for you as I pray and ask God to send you home.
You're my hero Daddy And i love you
            Love johnny
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
In the South. Deep in the hills.
There is a forgotten town. Of a war past.
On a clear night you can see an old schoolhouse.
Next to a grave yard of soldiers from the past.
When the moon is full and all is still.
A light appears From a window in the old school.
At the stroke of midnight you hear a scream.
One that could curl your toes.
Then on a Whitehorse in the grave yard.
A soldier dressed so proud.
the school he did go. Riding fast as he could go.
In the window, you could see him as he rode the halls.
A scream once more and then a yell
The South will rise again and God blesses dixieland
This poem is in the semi-final round of Poetry Nation's Amateur Poetry Competition for 2016 .
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Does Santa live at the north pole
Or does he live at Walmart?
I see him in the parade and then I see him at Kmart.
I go to the fire hall he is there with the fire dog.
I meet him on the streets handing out candy canes.
Then I go to Walmart there he his sitting on a chair with a friend that my picture.
I see him in the toy lane looking at all the toys that are fun.
I see him at the dinner area eating a sub from subway.
I want to know where he sleeps if he lives at Walmart.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Don't stop the pen
don't stop the pen.
just write what you think
put it on paper
it might be great
tell it like you mean it.
don't stop the pen.
let the words flow out of it.
enjoy letting others see your work
make it a story or a poem
just don't stop the pen
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Wonder if you know if they play baseball in heaven?
Think they have a baseball field in the clouds?
Does guys like Mickey mantle and Frank Robins on.
Does the great Babe Ruth hit home runs?
Are there teams like the Yankees or the braves up there.
I know God must have a team he likes.
I want to find out if they are the angels.
Do you think that I will be able to play with the cool ones?
I know they must have a hall of fame with guys like Joe and Stan
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
You dream a dream
You search for that dream for a life request.
You ask yourself can that dream be real.
Then you search once more.
When you find that dream real or not.
It can make you happy or sad.
Just remembers it was a dream to start with.
So dream on and live your life to the fullest chasing those dreams
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The leaves are falling out of the trees.
Football season is kicking off.
Schools are filling up.
As the children start their day.
Fall is coming once again
As the cooler weathers returns with a breeze.
The geese they fly to the south.
In a V shape in the wind.
Fall is coming in one month.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
He walked 7 city blocks in the dark.
walking to the park.
people all around walking slow.
the policeman on the corner. Smiled a friendly smile.
He said, it's not to far now. AS they all walked.
aloud bang then a twinkle in the sky.
then another red and green.
a boom then a bang filled the sky
as he watched.and walked.
he feet was sore and hurting so.
then the sky was lite up with many of fireworks.
red white blue. a few booms and a bang
he entered the park and stood to watch.
the fireworks was over now back seven blocks he walked.
All for a bang and a boom
Fog
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Fog
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?
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
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.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Today and everyday God makes a hero.
Our soldiers and those that came before us.
Those that will die and those that have died.
God made a hero.
God gave them bravery to strive for freedom here and everywhere.
To keep what the believe in free
God made them a hero
They ask nothing in return
But a smile to keep their day happy.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
God opens his hands to let them in.
As they come he puts angel wings.
filling the heavens with love ones.
The other sing a welcome song.
God opens his hands to fill heaven with love and joy.
To hear the sweet music they make as they come
A set of wings they do get as they enter he gates
God opens his hands to hear the angel sing.
Harold r hunt sr May 2017
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.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Grandma got a new RV and is ready to go.
she packed her close and had some fun thought of going.
first her teeth then her shoes.
a book to read and a pen to write.
climbs up the steps and in her seat.
after the dog was there asleep.
down the road away she goes
to the campgrounds she goes.
parks the RV and then she remembered.
she forgot her underwear
back she goes to the house.
what a time she was having.
their once more
she stopped and thought.
should i back out of the driveway or go around the house.
open the door and fell down the steps.
the police just laugh as the wrote her a ticket
for blocking the road and trying to park.
off to jail and laughing all the way. saying this is my first trip wait til the next i
will have a boat!
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Grandma got a new RV and is ready to go.
she packed her close and had some fun thought of going.
first her teeth then her shoes.
a book to read and a pen to write.
climbs up the steps and in her seat.
after the dog was there asleep.
down the road away she goes
to the campgrounds she goes.
parks the RV and then she remembered.
she forgot her underwear
back she goes to the house.
what a time she was having.
their once more
she stopped and thought.
should i back out of the driveway or go around the house.
open the door and fell down the steps.
the police just laugh as the wrote her a ticket
for blocking the road and trying to park.
off to jail and laughing all the way. saying this is my first trip wait til the next i
will have a boat!
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Grandma would sit on her rocking chair
Rocking all day long.
The chair was her joy each day.
As she grows old.
She loved to rock on the porch.
As the car drove by she would smile.
Now the rocker is old.
It sets in the cold of the day.
Now that grandma is off her rocker
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