Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

The Months Poem

January brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow. February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again March brings breezes loud...

Be Aware - Breast Cancer

For years and years they told me, Be careful of your breasts. Don't ever squeeze or bruise them. And give them monthly tests. So...

Grams Recycle Farm

Now listen to my story I want y'all to know My Gram invented recycling A long, long time ago ...

Oh Those Rejects

It's that time of year again To br...

My Computer

I sometimes sit and wonder, About the days way back then. You know, before the 'puter, Took my life round the bend! I never kn...

Let The Good Times Roll

What a life I'm having  Feeling real content Glad that Herbert left me Such a great event Now I can just sit here Do just what...

Your Family Name

You got it from your father It was all he had to give So it's yours to use and cherish For as long as you may live If you lost the w...

Daddy takes me Fishing

The sun was bright and warming When we got into the car, Heading for that little brook That wasn't very far. I found myself a little ...

The Day I Roped A Deer

Written for the Book "Cowboy Poets of Utah" © 1984 - Published by the Utah Folk Life Center We was sit-in’ drinkin...

Grandma's Apron Poem

Grandma's Apron A poem by Tina Trivett The strings were tied, it was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed. For Grandma, it was e...

Pa's Model "A"

Well, Ma was cannin' fruit one year, and needed bottle lids. So she hopped in Pa’s old Model ‘A’, with me and seven kids. Well we hea...

Shh ... Little Duckies

Shhhh... Be very quiet! Don’t make a sound! Open your eyes real wide And take a good look around. There are little miracles...

Seet Songs Of Spring

Coming home to us each year, Our feathered friends  We hold so dear,  To remind us that The winter's now gone past, ...

Legend Of Pussy Willows

A Polish legend tells the tale Of tiny kittens, oh, so frail. Along the river's edge they chased. With butterflies, they played...

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A SCHOOL BUS DRIVER

For those of us who drive the bus,it's really nothing new. For others though who do not know, I'll say a thing or two. We do this...

Those Red Hat Ladies

These ladies are always ready ...

When I Visit Grandma

The very best device kept from those days of yore, A tool so very useful for nearly every chore It' s not the modern kitchen, utensil...

Remember Time Spent With Mom

Poem conveys a Mother's hope when she is old and needs care from her children. Full Newspaper clip - Image can be viewed here  De...

Mouse Control

Sitting at the computer I am in control of delightful images to behold. Beautiful cards from friends are there for me Waiting f...

I Nose It

I am my own worst enemy To do the things I do No time to clean the homestead No time to make the stew. They say I like to g...

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