This year has seen some changes, in you, my little man.You’ve added inches to your height and learned to take a stand.You know that little head of yours has ideas of its own.And you know how to get your way by standing staunch as stone.You’ve added words to the very few, you knew a year… Read More To Randy Lee 002 by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
When ice and snow is everywhere –And we shiver and we shake –We tell ourselves how nice it’ll be –In Summer – We can’t wait!It seems that spring just lingers on –Old “Jack Frost” hangs around –We want some warmer days, alas –But chilly winds abound.And then one fine June mornin’ –When the suns a… Read More The First Heat of Summer by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
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 StogsdillWritten for her mother in-law, Caroline Stogsdill Fletchall and her… Read More TO MY BABYSITTERS 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 so neat.If you ever had problems or troubles –They never showed on your face.You were always the same, day after day –And you always seemed full of grace –I’m… 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 Slyke School –Where a friendly principle… Read More Principle by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
It’s Mother’s Day once more, Last year the sky was blue,The birds sang soft and low, And along the fence the little lilies grew – On Mother’s DayIt’s Mother’s Day again, The sky is blue and fair,The birds sing soft and low, Voicing no thought of care – On Mother’s DayLast year they sang so… Read More Mother’s Day Again by Katherine Cary Place
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 StogsdillCopyright Roy Richard
June is a sort of paradiseWith blue dome over headAnd oleanders blooming nearIn pink and white and redThe ocean nipping at your feetSunshine that’s simply grandA cool breeze a blowingAcross a silver strandThere’s other months that’s nice, I guessSome folks just wait for springOr early fall and Christmas timeWith all the things they bringLike Santa… Read More June by Katherine Cary Place
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 edge of the mountain –… Read More House of Joy by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
It’s Mother’s Day, and out upon the breeze, I hear the chime of bells,While violets blue as heavenly skies, Are blooming in the dells,And happy children wend their way, Each with a flower bright,And aged sires and women gray, Are wearing flowers white, On Mother’s Day.On Mother’s Day, if still she’s here, To love, to… Read More Its Mothers Day by Katherine Cary Place
Ramblings of an Old Coot 