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
ProductionProduction is 350 parts an hourThe sharp metal travels up the conveyor.Grab it with leather mitts, toss it into the press,Hit the buttons, the press cycles shaking the floorAn iron hand pulls it out the back.Repeat, repeat, repeat.350 times an hour.Little better than 5 a minuteOver 2,750 times a night7 nights a weekRepeat, repeat, repeat.The… Read More Production
MA’S AUTO by Katherine Cary Place Some years ago, when autos were considered mighty slick,My Pa, he got a notion that he’s going to get one quick,He went down to the dealers, and he looked and talked a lot,For Pa was quite particular ‘bout the kind of car he got.They took him out to demonstrate,… Read More MA’S AUTO by Katherine Cary Place
Deconstruction I recently gave in and joined Tik-Tok, mainly to see what my granddaughters were up to, but like many I became lost in this mindless playground of information and absurdities. I am amazed at the amount of people that are ‘deconstructing’ their faith. The definition of this could be quite great and somewhat winding… Read More Deconstruction
OTHER DAYS by Katherine Cary PlaceI am lonely tonight, though the fire burns bright, here is my quiet home,But, my thoughts will stray, of, far away,And my footsteps seem to roam,And I find myself a little child, back in my girlhood home.Where we happy children romped and sang, till the rafters rang with joy,And Father… Read More OTHER DAYS by Katherine Cary Place
OUR HOUSE by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillOur house is in an awful fright –It seems I’m going day and night.The day just isn’t long enough –For me to care for all the stuff,I find myself confronted with,And now I find I’m wonderin’ if –I’ll ever get back on schedule –And have a cleared-off kitchen table.A washroom… Read More OUR HOUSE by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
ORMAN’S V.I.A. by Katherine Cary PlaceIn the little town of Ormond, Stands a building of renown,With a tiny park before it, That’s an honor to the town.Just a blend of noble women, Toiled together day by day,And are famous for their labor, Known as Ormond’s V.I.A.In the park beside the river, Weary travelers pause to… Read More ORMAN’S V.I.A. by Katherine Cary Place
MAR by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillWell now let’s see – how old are you?The years are adding up to quite a few.You’ve one false tooth to grace your smile –And I’ll bet a buck you can’t run a mile.You’ve contributed three to the human race –And each one has added an inch to your waist.You’re much… Read More MAR by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
THE RIGHT THINGOne morning after my sixtieth year had already passed me by, I sat and reflected on my life. I had retired with a decent pension, raised my children to adulthood without too many issues and had a sufficient number of grandchildren who were well on their way to turning out ok. Yet something… Read More THE RIGHT THING
OPPORTUNITY by Katherine Cary PlaceWhen you say I can’t, you have paved the way. For someone else to claim,The big rewards you might have earned, Or the place it was yours to gain.Why you only wished, when you might have fished, And now you bemoan your luck,But the man who wins, is the man who… Read More OPPORTUNITY by Katherine Cary Place
Ramblings of an Old Coot 