UNTITLED 004 by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillThe beauty and the grander – Of the canyon known as grand –Surpasses all description – For there are no words by man – Color, depth and size.One can only look in wonder – And in awe we realize –That this universe we live in – Is far greater than… Read More Beauty and the Grander by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Call or Text orWe strive to provide better,For the offshoots of our loins.Better education,Better life experiences,And adventures untold.My life has been blessed,With five of the female persuasion,.And one fine son inlaw.All living their dreams.Expanding their lives.But sadly in the dust,I oft feel left behind.Scrambling to get an update,Yearning for a tale or two.Oh, don’t forget… Read More Call or Text or
AcceptanceDefine this term, acceptance.Explain its necessity.The lack of it maims my existence.I try to smile.I struggle to fit in.The Wall Flower in me,Battles against my efforts.Exhibit to the world,My kind heart and caring disposition.It all leads to nothing.There is no giving back.The days are long.The nights are longer.For I find no acceptance.No friendship.No love.No outreach.Nothing.Roy… Read More Acceptance
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
From Sedona, on the Prescott, Then the valley where you roamed –Nestled down below the mountains. Rafters saw your home.And the welcome you extended, All the time we spent with you –Was so very kind and thoughtful, Just like all the things you do! Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill Copyright Roy Richard
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
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
