SOMETHING IS WRONG by Katherine Cary Place Something is wrong at our house, Something big and sad,We have lost the art of smiling, The art to make one glad.The sky is blue as ever, And Sweeter the thrushes song,But out at the place that we call home, There is something decidedly wrong.Out here it’s fine,… Read More SOMETHING IS WRONG by Katherine Cary Place
My Gold by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillThe scattered dots of gold across the lawns –Are treasures that we each may look upon –They are the gifts of God, of time, of space –And it is not the right of man – to here misplace –For by the wind – their seed is scattered thus –A message… Read More My Gold by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
SI PERKINS WEDDING DAY by Katherine Cary PlaceSi Perkins was a farmer, A bachelor old was SI,He vowed he’d never marry, There ain’t no reason to try,For any woman old or young, Or rich or poor said he,With all their winnin’ ways, That will ever capture me.I own this farm and, I have saved a… Read More SI PERKINS WEDDING DAY by Katherine Cary Place
MRS. WHEELER by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillHearts and hands are reaching out to you –To tell you “thanks” for loving us the way you do.And, not just from us – the Richard Clan –We’re sure that stretched out all across this land –Former students grateful for your guiding hand –Would join with us, in saying how… Read More MRS. WHEELER by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
LITTLE PERIWINKLE PINK by Katherine Cary PlaceSay, what do you think?I know a little girl called Periwinkle Pink.The last time I saw her, she was tiny as could be,And the Red Bird that lives in my tall pine tree said,“Last night when she went to bed, he peeked in her window”.That is what he said,And… Read More LITTLE PERIWINKLE PINK by Katherine Cary Place
Mother’s House by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillThis little house is a souvenir –Of a home now gone – yet still held dear.The wood used here is hard and old –But it sheltered our family – from rain and cold.This depicts the place where we lived till grown –And while awfully crowded – it was truly a… Read More Mother’s House by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
PENNSYLVANIA TOURIST IN FLORIDA by Katherine Cary PlaceWhen we are all a’touring,Down in sunny Florida.We leave all cares and troubles,‘Way back home where they belong.We see your orange and grapefruit groves,Your beaches and your land,While we go touring on.Chorus:We are all from PennsylvaniaWe are all from PennsylvaniaWe are all from PennsylvaniaThat good old Keystone States.We… Read More PENNSYLVANIA TOURIST IN FLORIDA by Katherine Cary Place
DEAR CAITLIN by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillYou were the first to call me “Emma”,And in so doing solved a dilemma,With so many grands and so many greats,Just how were you going to designate?To whom you were squawking or speaking about?You needed a name without any doubt.And your thinking solved a big dilemma.You decided that I should… Read More DEAR CAITLIN by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
OUT OF THE PAST by Katherine Cary PlaceThe night is dark and still, No moon gives forth its light,A million stars like jewels glow, Into the murky night.Enchanted hour of peace, When nature seems to rest,I wait, then free the memories dear, Locked tight within my breast.They cling around me close, These memories of a… Read More OUT OF THE PAST by Katherine Cary Place
OUR DAY by Katherine Cary PlaceWe motored through a valley, My dear old pal and I,Along a winding river, With mountains towering high,And over us the sky was blue, And all the land was bright,With flowers blooming all the way, Of yellow, gold and white.There was stillness in that valley, All nature seemed to hush,That… Read More OUR DAY by Katherine Cary Place
Ramblings of an Old Coot 