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
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
Ramblings of an Old Coot 