I have some tchotchkes sitting on a shelf.
They serve a great purpose in helping myself.
Some bobble-head dolls and a few coffee cups,
Provide emotional support, they are joy-filled pick me ups.

Some people collect stones that warm their heart.
Others gather books that make them feel smart.
Some collect artwork or maybe coins bring them joy.
Riches of the heart that come in the form of a toy.

We all have our trinkets that bring some delight.
Look at them and smile, they make you feel just right.
So, enjoy the baubles, the ornaments on the shelf,
They serve a great purpose providing joy to yourself.

He planted red roses to remember her,
when she died so many years ago.
They continue to blossom each year,
A memory that continues to grow.

For charity I will shave my head.
A task I truly, absolutely dread.
I will sit and lose my locks.
My bald head, a major shock.
I do it fore the money we will ear.
No worries, my hair will quickly return.
So, for charity I will shave my head.
Cuz, it will grow back, or so they’ve said.

There hangs a clock on the wall
Behind it lives a mouse, so incredibly small
When the clock strikes five
In its hole the mouse does dive
And through the wall continues to crawl

In the building the mouse proceeds to creep
Up support beams so very steep
It continues to explore
From the ceiling to the floor
Not making a sound nor squeak.

While the household restfully sleeps
The mouse continues to sneak
He seeks out every little treasure
Food of even the smallest measure
Crumbs that provide plentiful eats  

When the clock signals the morn
The mouse is completely worn.
He returns to his bed
To rest his weary head
Neither happy nor terribly forlorn

It is so very cold outside
Freezing my core, even my pride
When I try to walk
My legs are rigid cornstalks
And tears freeze to my cheek when I cry

Apples represent sin
From Adam and Eve til today.
Remember, with the poison apple
Snow White lost her way.  

Yet Ben Franklin praised the fruit
As the key to avoid strife.
John Chapman planted apple trees
Wandering the country during his life.

How can it be a sin?
Enjoying this fruit everyday
Over seven thousand types of apples
Such a wonderful, vast array.  

Picking apples is such a wonderful task
Plucking fruit from the trees
Imagine harvesting baskets of fruit
With a gentle wind blowing through the leaves

So, enjoy the Granny Smiths and the Honeycrisps
Savor the Haralsons and Sweet Sixteens.
Apples make us so much better
Making us healthy human beings.

Sand Hill Cranes live near the farm
And their songs cause significant alarm
They are really quite loud
And, oh so very proud
Of their many wonderful charms.