Fog by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillSome 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 I forgot the date… Read More Fog by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
YOU ASK ME I THINK OF YOU by Katherine Cary PlaceWay 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… Read More YOU ASK ME I THINK OF YOU by Katherine Cary Place
WHO IS A FRIEND? by Katherine Cary PlaceWho is a friend? Oh, it’s he who shares, All your joys and all your cares,One, when you falter by the road, Helps you along with your heavy load,One who can smile when your sky is blue, And seems to know just the thing to do,And the word… Read More WHO IS A FRIEND? by Katherine Cary Place
Doggy by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillSometimes you’re known as “Doggy:.And a “bulldog” you once were –But “Babe” you’re now “My Tiger”.Without a coat of fur.Let this symbol tell you –You are sterling thru and thru –And the diamonds, they are added,As a special “I Love You”.If anyone should ask me,If this performance, I’d repeat –“You bet”,… Read More Doggy by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Dad’s Shoes by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillDid you ever stop and give a thought to all the shoes you’ve worn?And just how they have taken you – through sunshine and through storm?When I look back across the years – I see so much of you,And I think about the things you’ve done – In different kinds… Read More Dad’s Shoes by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
90 Days of Pushin’ Broom by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill90 days of pushin’ broom pays me well And I sing this tune –I have glasses now – and that’s a fact.I got them free without any act.There’s a stereo I play till dawnWith the volume up and my earphones on.I wear old clothes and heavy shoes,And,… Read More 90 Days of Pushin’ Broom by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Birthday Girl by Katherine Cary PlaceIt’s February and way up north, Is a little girl we know,She has blue eyes, and the sweetest smile, That’s why we love her so.Just last eve at half past eight, Her Uncle Ceal did say,On the 26th of February, It’s Elizabeth Jane’s birthday.So Auntie Ell and Auntie Kate, Just… Read More Birthday Girl by Katherine Cary Place
Father’s Lemon, My SanctuaryAs strange as it might sound, some of the greatest memories of my childhood are tied to a car my parents owned. It was not a special automobile. It wasn’t fast or luxurious, just an entry model Chevrolet. Today the sight of a 1960’s white Chevrolet can calm my nerves and bring… Read More Father’s Lemon, My Sanctuary
THE RABBIT’S CHAIR by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillFrom the time you could use it this has been your chair—At Grandma’s and Grandpa’s you always sat there.And not just at mealtime, but at other times too—You made use of this chair, it just suited you.You’d sit high at the counter when Grandma baked pies—And using a “thimble”… Read More THE RABBIT’S CHAIR by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
The Edmonds at HolidaysMy Mother and Father’s families were so different in their social skills and morals. Father’s people from Missouri rarely made it through the third grade, yet they were a loving and caring community of blood, family and neighbors. Church attenders, frugal, aware not only of their family but also of those around… Read More The Edmonds at Holidays
Ramblings of an Old Coot 