Vast open spaces,Mountains,Crowded cities,Homeless people (by choice or by chance),Wildlife,Palatial Homes.Watching storm clouds gather,Miles away in Mtn. Large,Finally building to explode,In a fury of jagged, long reaching bolts of lightning.Tall pines,Deep canyons.And Joe and Rach. Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill Copyright Roy Richard
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
Untitled 001 Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillI do what I feel in my heart must be done –I say what I feel should be said.I ponder what’s right and wrong in each case –Then I act without feelings of dread.I do not know that I am correct –In all that I say and do –I only know… Read More Untitled 001 Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
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
LORI – WHO’S 4 by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillLori, the twister, can out twist them all –For her age and her size, she will leave you appalled.She is tiny and dainty to look at you see –But her disposition would make up for three.She can show more anger with a glimpse from her eyes –Than any… Read More LORI – WHO’S 4 by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
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
PLAYBOYS by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillTwo nephews have I! They’ve an interest in girls!Not in their clothes, their smiles, or their pearls.They marvel at the different shapes!Those “PLAYBOY” curves, they appreciate!BUT NEPHEWS!Whether you know it now not –This phase will pass – that is our lot.With age there’s more to “bare” in mind –Then “knockers” and… Read More PLAYBOYS by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
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
ECTOME? OTOMY? PHYS? PSY? by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill Hours you’ve spent in getting’ your schoolin’ –Hard work you’ve accomplished and that’s no foolin’ –You’ve learned a lot on “anatomy” –And how our “innards” are s’posed to be.You’ve studied what’s proper for us to eat –And watched in “surgery”, while they sliced “meat”.You’ve found blood… Read More ECTOME? OTOMY? PHYS? PSY? by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
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
Ramblings of an Old Coot 