Poetry by me great-great Aunt Katherine Carey-Place (1878-1934)
We folks all planned to go and camp, just four were in the bunch, So, we packed out fishing tackle, and put up a scrumptious lunch, We had bacon, eggs and coffee, raisin bread, and ginger cake, The good old-fashioned kind, you know, like Mother used to make. We got a pretty early start, it… Read More Camping at Lake Kathryn by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
It’s Mother’s Day once more, Last year the sky was blue, The birds sang soft and low, And along the fence the little lilies grew – On Mother’s Day It’s Mother’s Day again, The sky is blue and fair, The birds sing soft and low, Voicing no thought of care – On Mother’s Day Last… Read More Mother’s Day Again by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
June is a sort of paradise With blue dome over head And oleanders blooming near In pink and white and red The ocean nipping at your feet Sunshine that’s simply grand A cool breeze a blowing Across a silver strand There’s other months that’s nice, I guess Some folks just wait for spring Or early… Read More June by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
It’s Mother’s Day, and out upon the breeze, I hear the chime of bells, While violets blue as heavenly skies, Are blooming in the dells, And happy children wend their way, Each with a flower bright, And aged sires and women gray, Are wearing flowers white, On Mother’s Day. On Mother’s Day, if still she’s… Read More Its Mothers Day by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
We’re going to miss her when she’s gone, little mother, We’re going to miss the slender grace, the gentle eyes, the patient face. We’re going to see the empty pace, And wish that we had kept her. She’s just a little frailer than she was a year ago, She’s just a little paler, and her… Read More Mother by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
Old summer is over, I knew by the woodland, The songs of the birds are so hushed and so still, The brook through the meadow, how gently it’s flowing, The leaves turn to crimson down under the hill. Old summer is dying, and I am sighing, For the bright golden days that are slipping away,… Read More The Passing of Summer by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
Oh, Spring is here, and all the air, Is scented with a fragrance fine, The cardinals too, have built their nest, In the same old bouganbills vine. The mockingbird is sitting high, And sweetly o’er the air you here, His happy song from morn till night, Telling the world that Spring is here. The March… Read More Spring by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
Way 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 here Yes Dear, I do. Way out… Read More YOU ASK ME I THINK OF YOU by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
Who 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 to say when your… Read More WHO IS A FRIEND? by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
When you credit your time that is yours to keep, As you sit at eve to rest, And view each hour through the day be long, Can you say I have done my best? Did you smile on a little child today, Did you help another along the way? As lighten the load of a… Read More WHEN YOU CREDIT YOUR TIME by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
Ramblings of an Old Coot 