HANK JENKINS WAS MY FRIEND by Katherine Cary Place Hank Jenkins was a friend of mine, And Hank, he said to me,Bill, how’d you like to take a trip, Down to sunny Florida? Just think it over Bill, he says, I’ll run the old bus down,And we’ll spend the winter by the sea, In some… Read More HANK JENKINS WAS MY FRIEND by Katherine Cary Place

MY FLOWER GARDEN by Katherine Cary PlaceI have a garden fair to see, Where purple flowers bloom for me,Royal purple pansies meek, Mignonettes, with fragrance sweet,And they’re stately roses there, Blooming almost everywhere.There the jonquil – saucy fellow, Flaunts his style in palest yellow,While beside the garden wall, There’s a river that grows more tall… Read More MY FLOWER GARDEN by Katherine Cary Place

COMING HOME by Katherine Cary PlaceWe’re coming home to see the family, Think they’ll have a welcome true,Quite a spell we’ve journeyed from them, Done the best that we could do. How we’ve missed the happy circle, Missed each loved one day by day,Oft our hearts were filled with sadness, While we journeyed far away.… Read More COMING HOME by Katherine Cary Place

LETTERS by Katherine Cary PlaceWhenever I write a letter, to friends that are far away,Or to the home folks I love best, I am careful what I say,I write of the weather and the birds and the flowers, of sunshine and moonlit night,But I never mention the worries to the home folks I write. I… Read More LETTERS by Katherine Cary Place

MY MOTHER’S QUILTS by Katherine Cary PlaceBack in the days of long ago, My Mother used to make,Old-fashioned quilts of choice, And they were up-to-date. She had a name for every one, It seems that I recall,The Crown, the Fan, the Basket Quilt, And Mother made them all. The Old Log Cabin Quilt was one,… Read More MY MOTHER’S QUILTS by Katherine Cary Place

Up in an attic high, so high, Far above the city roar,A poet sat when the day was done, And pondered a question o’er and o’er. His hair was long and most unkept, Bushy and thick, was the poet’s hair,His pen lay idle beside his pad, His clothes were old and worn threadbare. “I have… Read More MEMORIES by Katherine Cary Place 1878-1934

It’s sad to come to the end of the trail, When your sun is setting low,And your journey’s end is just beyond, Not many miles more to go.Oh, it’s sad, I say, if you find too late, As toward the west your journey ends,That you’ve missed the joy you might have known, In making and… Read More FRIENDSHIPS by Katherine Cary Place

I’ll tell you ‘bout the fishing trip we took the other day,It sure has me thinking some ‘bout what folks have to say,You hear some awful stories ‘bout he color and the size,And I begin to think be-gosh, you hear some awful lies. Si Briggs just caught a three pound bass a week come Wednesday… Read More THE FISHING TRIP WE TOOK – Katherine Cary Place

Three Gates by Katherine Cary PlaceIf you are tempted to reveal,A tale someone to you has told,About another, make it pass,Before you speak, three gates of gold. Three Narrow gates first, “Is it true?”Then, “Is it needful?” in your mind,Give truthful answer, and the next,Is last and narrowest, “Is it kind?” Katherine Cary Place 1878-1934… Read More Three Gates by Katherine Cary Place

A Memorial by Katherine Cary PlaceShe lies in state, the one we love,Arrayed like Queens of old.The dear, familiar form of grace,Lies draped in purple and old lace, And dim old gold. The wary hands are idle now,Their work of love is o’er,The smile of cheer made heaven here, Is ours no more The little… Read More A Memorial by Katherine Cary Place