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
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
Ramblings of an Old Coot 