Dropping down from Flagstaff – Via Oak Creek Canyon Drive – Sharpens senses and emotions – For at last you see it live. Memories stored away from childhood – Of the mountains, oh so high – And the pines so very stately – Seem to stretch and reach the sky. Here and there the sparkling… Read More Happy City by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
Another of my favorite Truckers songs is Gravitys Gone. It was 2006 release om their album, A Blessing and a Curse. Written and sung by Mike Cooley, the lyrics have a dark, haunting reflection of life. I went stumbling through the fog Trying to find a reason for the things I told her She woke… Read More Drive By Truckers Gravitys Gone
Old summer is over, I knew by the woodland, The songs of the birds are so hushed and so still, The brook through the meadow, how gently it’s flowing, The leaves turn to crimson down under the hill. Old summer is dying, and I am sighing, For the bright golden days that are slipping away,… Read More The Passing of Summer by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
How’s the kitty that you found – Sought for the local pound? I hear it (he? or she?) – Tipped its water dish – Oh me! Then ventured to the litter box – Came out clothed in shoes and socks. Then you had to give it a bath – Am surprised there was no wrath.… Read More Tipsy by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
Flint Michigan Restaurants: Timothy’s Food: 5 Beer / Spirits: 4.75 Service: 5 Cleanliness: 5 Average: 4.9 Cost (Based on Burgers): Classic Burger 1/3 lb. $5.95, ½ lb. $7.75. Served with house made chips and pickles. Entertainment: Occasionally, check their Facebook or web page. Ratings 1-5 with 5 being stellar. Timothy’s is located on Flint’s east… Read More Flint Michigan Restaurants: Timothy’s
Oh, Spring is here, and all the air, Is scented with a fragrance fine, The cardinals too, have built their nest, In the same old bouganbills vine. The mockingbird is sitting high, And sweetly o’er the air you here, His happy song from morn till night, Telling the world that Spring is here. The March… Read More Spring by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
For years, every week – for our table you bought – Two bunches of daisies, from each pay-day you bought. There were yellow ones, that reminded me of compliments fine – For so many happened to call you ‘Sunshine’. There were blue ones – the same color as your eyes – And others quite like… Read More Happy 25th To My Daisy Girl by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
The GM brass were in a heated debate, Seemingly overnight the auto became a way of life Sales are doubling, profits are through the roof. But there isn’t enough workers to cover the line. “Anyone know where we can get some labor?” Someone from Missouri raised their hand, “I know some old cotton pickers that… Read More Wanted: Hicks and Hillbillys by Roy Richard
Way out where I am, You ask if I think of you> The good old days, the good old ways, And the things we use to do, You ask if I pause a moment, And offer a prayer for you, When the first star lights the sky out here Yes Dear, I do. Way out… Read More YOU ASK ME I THINK OF YOU by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
Some people forget an appointment – Others forget the debts they owe – Some forget what day it is – And some just never know. But I should take “first prize” in all – My mind in a fog – While once precision was my way – I now have slipped a “clog”. So sorry… Read More Fog by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
Ramblings of an Old Coot 