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
Trust by Katherine Cary PlaceThe place that I call home is boundBy acres broad and wideAnd many furred and feathered thingsHave hastened here to hideWhen bleak November sailed forthAnd hunter roamed the wayIt seemed these frightened friendly thingsHave found a place to stayAlong a lilac bordered laneWhere clumps of britches growI spied this morn at… Read More Trust by Katherine Cary Place
Doc and DessieGrowing up, across the street lived an older couple who had never had children. They were visited occasionally by nieces and nephews. For the most part though they were loners, seemingly happy in their existence.Doc worked at the Buick Factory across town and always drove a new Buick. Each year, shortly after the… Read More Doc and Dessie
THE INSIDE OF MAN by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillIt isn’t the outer person that really counts for much –For they may be handsome and debonair – with a heart you cannot touch –It’s inside that’s important – how we feel toward one another –For whether we admit it or not – God made us to be… Read More THE INSIDE OF MAN by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
YOUR DETERMINATIONSomeone decided to dub you Tiny And I guess the name stuckThey looked at your stature and nothing more But it doesn’t explain the real youCause inside you is a magnificently large personality You stand strong in your convictionsAn immovable statuesque being The world may shift and changeBut your beliefs stand firm You pick… Read More YOUR DETERMINATION
Ramblings of an Old Coot 