I dream of the old days
when I was just a kid...

When grandma would tell me
what a great job I did...

Grandma lived with us for a while
she could always make me smile...

Sometimes I would sass her
and tell her a fib...

Now that wasn't very smart
but I was just a kid...

She was very generous
on trips she would buy...

Me storybook dolls
and I'll tell you why...

Because she loved me
and wanted me to be...

The best little girl
she knew I could be...

by ~ Judy

The sun shines brightly through the trees...
And through them blows a gentle breeze...
When a white fluffy cloud goes floating by...
My thoughts of you, they never die...
A wishful dream, that I can see...
Your tender eyes looking down at me...

by ~ Judy

St. Patricks Day is when
everything turns green...
Just look down the street,
and you'll see what I mean...
There's green in the windows
and green on the doors...
And people with green shirts
and green hair to adore...
People that celebrate
by drinking green beer...
And laughing and singing
for it's been a whole year...
It's the luck of the Irish
that's what I hear...

by ~ Judy

Seagulls roaming on the sand
Waiting for the crumbs from man...

They swoop on down around your head
Enjoying their freedom, so it's said...

They love to join you while you fish
Diving down for the ones you miss...

Many Seagulls gather around
Lots of squawking going on...

by ~ Judy

The weeping willow, the maple
and the black walnut tree...

Reach out their branches
as if to say...

It's Spring! I just woke up
and I'm going to be...

The prettiest tree that
you will ever see...

The willow is weeping
for it's arms are very long...

They blow in the breeze
but they're not very strong...

The maple, her beauty
it shows in the fall...

Red, yellow, orange
and she grows very tall...

The black walnut it stretches
out over the field...

And is quite happy to provide
the squirrels next meal...

Their buds are just popping
as they reach for the sky...

Sharing their beauty
with the naked eye...

by ~ Judy

What is more beautiful
Than snow falling down
Its drifting and twisting
And swirling around.

What is more beautiful
Than snow falling down
Where children are running
While clowning around

What is more beautiful
Than snow falling down
Its a child making an Angel
While laying on the ground

What is more beautiful
Than snow falling down
While a tree full of birds
Are singing there song

by ~ Judy

My great grandpa Pete
was a handsome man

I would look into his eyes
and somehow understand

His hair was all white
and his eyes power blue

He spoke only German
But I always knew

That he loved me, for you see
He would always share his rock candy with me.

He gave me a doll
with a painted face

It was made of oil cloth
and had no lace

It's torn and ripped
but that doesn't matter to me

Because when I look at that doll
It brings back a memory

My only memory
of my great grandpa Pete

My doll and my candy
Now isn't that SWEET?

by ~ Judy