Just want you to know I think you’re great – And thank you for the food I ate – I’m grateful you didn’t throw me out – When the storm was raging all about. And for that hair I left behind – Well, thanks a lot you’re awfully kind. Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill Written for… Read More TO MY BABY SITTERS by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

I remember your smile from the hallway – From the stairs or wherever we meet. I remember the sunshine you gave us – And, oh my, you were always o neat. If you ever had problems or troubles – They never showed on your face. You were always the same, day after day – And… Read More Leona by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

While principles may come and go – You’ve been one to win the show. You’ve known all the students by name – And were always ready to join in a game. There will be many as the years go by – Who’ll remember you, and your part in their lives. They’ll remember back to Van… Read More Principle by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

When you tire of the pieces — Just toss them away. Then have a “cup of happiness” – Your choice of the day. Recall as you “sip” all the — Cups you have served. And know what your sipping — Is richly deserved. Love you, Gail. Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill Copyright Roy Richard

A town on a mountain – That miners call home – This wee little boom town – Known as Jerome. On the side of a mountain – With road curling back – Just like a hairpin – And sharp as a tack. The buildings all seem – To be hanging on tight – To the… Read More House of Joy by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

Somewhere, someday my heartbreak will mend, But will never, no never be what it has been, The aches and the hurts have compiled inside, And I have no more places to let heartache hide. So in breaking my heart, my spirit broke too, And I can no longer spend my strength upon you. It is… Read More Heartbreak by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

Dropping down from Flagstaff – Via Oak Creek Canyon Drive – Sharpens senses and emotions – For at last you see it live. Memories stored away from childhood – Of the mountains, oh so high – And the pines so very stately – Seem to stretch and reach the sky. Here and there the sparkling… Read More Happy City by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

How’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.… Read More Tipsy by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

For 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 – And others quite like… Read More Happy 25th To My Daisy Girl by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

Some 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… Read More Fog by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill