As the years come and go in a lifetime –There are changes made every day.We move away from our old friends –And meet new ones along the way.Ten years ago when I moved here –I’d get homesick and awfully blue –But the past few years have been happy.I’m sharing a friendship with you.I enjoy having… Read More MY FRIEND by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Are the Monsters Real?I grew up with monsters like all baby boomers, You know the fictitious kind,Dracula, Frankenstein, The Wolfman, Godzilla, Oh, and the Creature from the Black Lagoon.But in truth, are all monsters in our lives, Only those of fairy tales and imagination?What if those horrors take on life? What if in truth they… Read More Are the Monsters Real?
Camping at Lake Kathryn by Katherine Cary PlaceWe 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… Read More Camping at Lake Kathryn by Katherine Cary Place
I Got the JobI can’t believe I got the job! Granny had been threatening me that I would have to move out of her basement if I didn’t begin to carry my weight. I do not understand, I’m a twenty-three-year-old man still trying to align his life goals. It was so unfair that mom and… Read More I Got the Job
The Passing of Summer by Katherine Cary PlaceOld 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… Read More The Passing of Summer by Katherine Cary Place
Tipsy by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillHow’s the kitty that you found –Sought for the local pound?I hear it (he? or she?) –Tipped its water dish – Oh me!Then ventured to the litter box –Came out clothed in shoes and socks.Then you had to give it a bath –Am surprised there was no wrath.Then you had to… Read More Tipsy by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Can I Just Walk AwayCan I just walk away,Should I just walk away,Could I just walk away,I’m sure they would notice at first,After all I do take up space,But after a few days or weeks?Does my presence matter?Essentials will still be provided.Nothing hinges on my being here.In fact, it might be better,Without my influence or… Read More Can I Just Walk Away
Happy 25th To My Daisy Girl by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillFor years, every week – for our table you bought –Two bunches of daisies, from each pay-day you bought.There were yellow ones, that reminded me of compliments fine –For so many happened to call you ‘Sunshine’.There were blue ones – the same color as your eyes… Read More Happy 25th To My Daisy Girl by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
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
Ramblings of an Old Coot 