To Randy Lee by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill

You’re a darling little fellow, with your eyes so big and blue –And that curly-top so pretty, with its blonde, shiny hue.You’re not much for talking. “Ma-ma” and “Da-da” is all –But your walking’s getting better, ‘thou you still do get some falls.You no longer smile a toothless smile, and we say, “That’s all right”!!!‘Cause… Read More To Randy Lee by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill

The First Heat of Summer by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill

When ice and snow is everywhere –And we shiver and we shake –We tell ourselves how nice it’ll be –In Summer – We can’t wait!It seems that spring just lingers on –Old “Jack Frost” hangs around –We want some warmer days, alas –But chilly winds abound.And then one fine June mornin’ –When the suns a… Read More The First Heat of Summer by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill