Did someone scatter cornflakes
All over the ground? Or some kind of cereal With a crunchy sound? When walking on the grass There's a snap, crackle, and pop, The dry summer's drought Just doesn't seem to stop. Lawns all around Look about the same, All turning brown While waiting for the rain. August 21, 1993
The frost is always the whitest
On the corn-crib and the barn, The house is always the quietest When folks are asleep on the farm, The locusts and crickets the chirpiest Though they may not stay in tune, The darkness is the nightiest When there is no moon.
Will my heavenly wings be splendid
Will they sparkle like the dew? Will they be rhinestones and pendants In my halo all shiny and new? Will my halo need adjusting Or will it fit like a glove? I better get my order in early To the great shop up above. Will they likely be tarnished Smudged, dingy, or singed? Soiled or possibly rumpled Without and maybe within? Might they be too heavy Or even a little too tight? I am hoping and I'm praying They'll fit and be just right. March 16 1993
She never had a diamond
To grace her small left hand, No sapphires or anything Except her plain gold band, No sparkling jewels of any kind No precious stones or pearls, Although she had one ruby Her fourth straight baby girl, She must have wanted riches For 'tis natural to prefer, But she settled for her babies Who were shining jewels to her, The only carats dad was able to buy Were on the dinner table, Food for three square meals as well So her only rings were the dinner bell.
As the locusts sang in the twilight heat
The Sun no longer baked the city-street, The lonely last was her to repeat. August. Her lonely soul ready to bare Trying to hide her utter despair, She wouldn't mind if there were someone to share, August. Seeing lovers in the park Who would hold hands without a care, She would cry inside, 'It just isn't fair." In August. May never comes too soon June is the month to spoon July just right for a honeymoon But August? July 16 1963
Paths really fascinate me
Guess they always will, Whether in a clover field Or up a grassy hill, Is it curiosity Or will I ever know? Why I am filled with wonder As to where and how far they grow? September 3 1955
Last night I prayed
Softly, peacefully, and still, No strain, no grief, no disbelief, No doubting of His will, Last night I prayed Softly for His strength, Since I am weak. Then with peace-of-mind Worries and stress left behind I quietly fell asleep.
Like a fragile image
That was long ago cast, Emerging from the recesses Of the distant past, A tiny reflection That once was a gleam, Of an old memory From a cherished dream, Who would know how When or where? Only you and the memories That still linger there. September 8, 1966
In looking for that someone
To make my life just right, Hope it won't be like Evangeline Who will past me in the night, One that will be just right for me In size, weight, and height, I've looked far and waited long Could they have passed me in the night?
Seven "Wire" girls
One after the other, Before being blessed With our baby brother, Seven "Wire" girls The first was Elise, Followed by Annie Before Margaret made three, Ruby arrived in the middle As the case may be, Not to be left behind Along came Mimi, Sweet Stella and Mary Brought up the rear, Before the appearance Of brother D.G. so dear, All the children Of Maggie and J.B., Now you know as much as me About our family genealogy. August 8, 1995
The thirsty earth
Drinks up the rain, Absorbing it before It reaches the drain, Thank you clouds thank you rain, Thank you dear God again and again, For every drop That touches the ground On every rooftop All over town, The sweet relief From summer's heat, Though short rested None-the-less sweet! For making gardens And flowers grow, For the cool air, that wasn't there, Such a short while ago. July 26 1966
Somethings can touch you deep inside
Can make you want to cry, Emotions that you can't describe No matter how hard you try, The touch of a tiny baby's hand The fragrance of a flower, The simplicity of a grain of sand Or the significance of an hour, To see the twinkling stars at night Or taste the fresh homemade pie, Who needs to question how or when Who needs to know where or why? To hear the angelus ring at six To know that evening is nigh, We know there's got to be Somebody bigger than you and I.
That whistling Milkman so long ago
With tunes so happy and gay, So very little did he know How well he started my day, The tinkling bottles Of milk and cream, Awoke me each morning From my dreams, With happy tunes From this whistling man, Brightening the day Before it began.
I'm snoozing my best in the morning
Along about sun up, When I hear someone a-callin' Wake up, it's time to get up, I lay there stretching and yawning So nice to stay in bed, I see the Sun is shining Over the back woodshed, Crawling from under the covers Cheeks so nice and cool, When the Sun gets over the chickenhouse It's time to go to school, Then sometimes After I am up out of bed, The moon comes over The same woodshed, If I'm still And quiet as a mouse, I'm asleep before it reaches The old tinhouse. August 2, 1963
What is want,
A craving or desire? Consuming need That sets the soul on fire? To want is to wish Though it may be greed, To wish is to want Or to be in need, What is desire Whether it be hers or his? We may not know what we want Or what want is, Unrequited longing That seems to smother, We've all had it in some form One way or another.
Wherever thou goest today, Whether it's near Or far away, This I'll say For this I know, Whither thou goest I will go, This I beseech thee This I pray, Whither thou goest Don't leave me astray.
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