Many, many moons ago, I enjoyed trying feeble attempts at poetry. Recently, I came across some of the poems that I had written in my younger years. Not saying any of them are great poetry. But the older I get, I do like the essence of them which I tried so diligently to capture. I guess the older I get, the less I am ashamed to share. I thought I would add them here...just because.
DAYS GONE BY
Sometimes I miss the meadowlark's call;
Or early morning days of an "Indian Fall".
Sometimes I miss the snowy, pine trees;
Or the soft touch of a quiet, meadow breeze.
Now and again I'd just like to be
Sitting 'neath a branch of the old maple tree.
And now and again I find I miss
The guitar and song of my oldest sis.
Once in a while I'd like to go back
And give Kel' a ride on the Schwinn bike rack.
Or go for a ride on our Gypsy Jo;
Up through the wood and to the pipeline we'd go.
I could go for a root beer or two
With the world's best brother and quarterback too.
I wouldn't mind seeing Dad flying low;
Under the wires and over crops he'd go.
And if I could just go back in time,
Mom would tuck me in bed with a nursery rhyme.
Grandmas and Grandpas; Mom's rhubarb pie
I miss the laugher and fun of these days gone by.
As I grow older I seem to find
There's a bond with home that's of the strongest kind.
Tonight I'll thank God for this family so dear;
And all the fond mem'ries of year after year.
I'll write a letter, make a phone call or two,
Just to say, "I'm missing all of you."
