ECTOME? OTOMY? PHYS? PSY? by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill Hours you’ve spent in getting’ your schoolin’ –Hard work you’ve accomplished and that’s no foolin’ –You’ve learned a lot on “anatomy” –And how our “innards” are s’posed to be.You’ve studied what’s proper for us to eat –And watched in “surgery”, while they sliced “meat”.You’ve found blood… Read More ECTOME? OTOMY? PHYS? PSY? by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
It’s sad to come to the end of the trail, When your sun is setting low,And your journey’s end is just beyond, Not many miles more to go.Oh, it’s sad, I say, if you find too late, As toward the west your journey ends,That you’ve missed the joy you might have known, In making and… Read More FRIENDSHIPS by Katherine Cary Place
Family In the greater scope of things, is your clan weird?Mine won’t win any prizes, they’ve proven their true worth.My dad was a “dirty old man”.My mom a “gold digging hussy”.Or so the respective “Families” said. I have always felt disowned by my blood,We were rarely included, given a thoughtIn celebrations and fun.They all could… Read More Family
In the year of 1973 –There was a commercial on TV.A sexy octopus comes on to tell –As an underarm expert, what she’d sell.Arid was dry and would never sting –And Dee also began to sing.Then Aunt Gayle hung a sexy octopus on her Christmas tree –And this brought forth a special jingle by Dee.She… Read More THE SEXY OCTOPUS by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
I’ll tell you ‘bout the fishing trip we took the other day,It sure has me thinking some ‘bout what folks have to say,You hear some awful stories ‘bout he color and the size,And I begin to think be-gosh, you hear some awful lies. Si Briggs just caught a three pound bass a week come Wednesday… Read More THE FISHING TRIP WE TOOK – Katherine Cary Place
Nan Marie Edmonds-Richard (1933-1978) You went away,Leaving me alone.Exposing a hole,I could not fill. I felt the vast emptiness,A chasm I could not cross.Days filled with helplessness,And long nights of restlessness. On a cold snowy January night,I lay in the snow, full of hurt and broken might.Wishing for an end to this madness,Or for your… Read More You Went Away
Randy Graduates by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillIf you ever have a mountain to climb –And everything ‘round you was smooth and sublime –Just think how dull your life would seem –If there was no reason to plan and dream.So when the “going” gets a little tough –And solving a problem is extra rough –Just dig right… Read More Randy Graduates by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Three Gates by Katherine Cary PlaceIf you are tempted to reveal,A tale someone to you has told,About another, make it pass,Before you speak, three gates of gold. Three Narrow gates first, “Is it true?”Then, “Is it needful?” in your mind,Give truthful answer, and the next,Is last and narrowest, “Is it kind?” Katherine Cary Place 1878-1934… Read More Three Gates by Katherine Cary Place
My dad, Earl Richard, had a half-brother named Homer Warren from his mother’s first marriage.Homer was born March 5, 1897 in Stoddard County, Missouri. He died on January 24, 1925 in Williamson County, Illinois.Earl had gone to live with Homer, who was living in Herrin Illinois and working as a miner in the summer of… Read More Homer Warren
Hummingbird by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillRemember Great Gramma’s hummingbird –And the honeysuckle vine.And how we’d love to sit and watch,In the good ole summertime.Those days are gone but not forgot –We’ll remember through the years.And those lovely, joyous memories,Will wipe away our tears. Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill Copyright Roy Richard
Ramblings of an Old Coot 