THE POND
From the begining of remembering, Amanda liked most, the trips that took us to the woods and the wildlife of our small country community home. Written by:Sally
Trinidy said,"Hurry Grandma let's go
I'll get Fritz(the dog) ready.
I said Honey the dog can't go to the Flea Market.
He said "Yes I want to take him so we can get rid of his fleas.
And the valley was quiet and still, A haze of smoke arose From our farmhouse on the hill. In a cloak of twilight blue, And my eyes beheld the splendor Of this rustic mountain view. Cows wending their way with ease To the familiar milking shed Neat the clump of applethorn trees. In the orchard on the rise... A profusion of scented loveliness Spread generously before my eyes. I'll remember with added thrill How my senses drank in the beauty Of our small farm on the hill. Author unknown
These treasures I shall always cherish as my very own The disappointments,unkind things, that have but touched my way I brush aside, and quickly think upon the beauty of the day. For each dawn brings a wonder I have not seen before. And with that wonder comes the opening of still another door. The blooming of a flower, the sunlight of the sea, The kindness of a friend... all these are treasures to me.
While I can still know
the sweet and tender feelings
from true affections flow
love me now while I am living
And then have it chiselled in marble
sweet words on ice cold stone
that my eyes can not see it!
And my heart can not feel it !
no matter how small !
Please tell me now becase
if you wait until I am sleeping
and never to awaken again.
There will be death between us then
and I will not hear your words then
so if you love me even a little bit
so I can treasure it
the time is now.
Written by Kathy
I think of summer on the farm
So many years ago,
When school was out, we tromp about
And really loved it so.
The orchard green was quite a thrill
And how we did enjoy
The hours of fun, when work was done,
With nothing to annoy.
I loved those summers on the farm
from early morn till night,
The sun so warm,the garden's charm
with roses blooming bright;
The fresh clean smell of new- mown hay.
The corn so straight and tall,
The hayride spill that brought a thrill...
How well I recall.
I lived for summer on the farm
When I was just a kid.
It mattered not what else I got,
Were grand the things we did
The bright sunrise could steal my heart
Across a hill do far
With heartaches few our dreams came true
Beneath a shinning star.
I think of summer on the farm
though time has fled it seems.
but once again, I think of when
we shared these childhood dreams.
I'll ever keep within my heart
those endless hours of charm...
your hand in mime throughout all time
each summer on the farm.
That’s my dear old dad with his pants a little big
and his shirt a little frayed
he never worries how he's dressed because
his children all need new shoes and
were to get them only heaven knows
that's my dear old dad
with his cap upon his head just so
he may need a shave but that’s all right
because that’s my dear old dad
his shoes need a shine and a patch or two
but who cares as long as his hand's in mine
because that's my dear old dad
I know it's true that there's a heaven above
just as I know he's there
just inside those golden doors
with his pants a little big
and his shirt a little frayed
his cap upon his head just so
and arms held open to hold me tight
because that's my dear old dad
It's a little journey this life we live but it's mine
there's not much time for walks and talks
so make each one count
we have quarreled and we have fought
with tears and hurts
but more times then not happiness
and sunshine prevail
If I know you and you know me
like all sisters do
than we each can see little things
about each other that others don't
like the mending of your heart and mine
it's the little things that we have shared
as sisters do
the old chimney made just for those
four little feet on a cold winter's night
a walk over the tin covered creek
to where the forget-me-nots grow
or catching fireflies on a warm summer's night
So I'll thank my lucky stars for that one sister of mine
that shared life's little journey with mine
By Kathy
I thank God it didn't last.
to tell anyone I do not dare.
Don't say a word was the rule.
To speak if such wasn't allowed.
To no one confess.
To the end alone.
Be still my heart
By this world torn.
The secrets must stay hidden.
Don't look them in the eyes.
You will never be free.
You know you must.
You can't be sure it won't be heard.
You must start anew.
Speak to them yet. Let your heart the Lord mend
Let him forever be your trusted friend.
Written by TruDee
In plastic pools and such,
But to me it seems as though
They hardly have as much
Fun as when you and I
Played in that old washtub;
Little birds were singin' sweet,
You knew when you were finished
You'd have something good to eat;
Or a slice of bread,
A little bit of something,
To keep your tummy fed.
Would join you for a while,
Then you would pretend
You saw a crocodile;
So you'd hide fast in the bushes
And you'd peek out quick to see,
If the crocodile was coming
To swallow you or me!
To that childhood land
I would whistle to you
And take you by the hand,
A-runnin' and a-laughin'
Out the garden gate,
Where behind the flowering hollyhocks,
Mom's old washtub waits
Just like we used to do;
The day would change to darkness
'Till Mom called,"Supper's ready.
Come on in now,hear,you two?"
Ah , but that's the rub.
Gone ,alas, those summer days
Around Mom's old washtub. Author Unknown
When I was just a kid
The day that Mother ironed,
'Mong the other things she did,
She had to finish all the clothes
Washed out the day before
Sprinkled now, and rolled up
In a basket on the floor.
Was a squeeky old affair,
Sounded like it needed oil,
But no one knew just where,
"Twas covered over neatly,
With a worn out sheet she had,
The piece of blanket underneath,
Was there to make a pad.
And gas, we didn't know,
These luxuries were not for us,
There was a wood stove though,
And this is where Mom heated up,
The sad iron that she'd use,
To iron out the shirts and sheets,
In the order she would choose,
To test the heat, and so,
When she touched the bottom,
It would sputter-then she'd know,
These old time irons were pointed,
Both ends the same you see,
And the clamp that held the handle on,
Was loose as it could be.
And if watching, then she knows,
There are irons we don't spit on,
There's a kind that sprinkles clothes,
She might say to her granddaughters,
If they iron through till noon,
"Wish I'd had one of those,
I was born I guess to soon."
There were Three poor women to be hung the next day. The Judge said to them."Now if you can make up a true riddle. One that no one can guess you won't have to hang."
Well the hours passed and each one had a hard time with their riddle.
The first women got up and told her riddle. She failed and was hung .
The second women also failed and was hung.
The third women stood in the court room and said,"This is my riddle;
Love I stand on Love I sit on Love I hold in my right hand.
I love Love, Love loves me and my Love lays under the apple tree.
Now I've told you my riddle three times. What can the answer be?
No one could give the right answer so she was free to go.
Just as she was leaving the Judge ask her to tell the answer.
She turned and said,"Your honor I used my only treasure. I killed my little dog named Love. I put one of his bones in my shoe and sewed one in my dress." Then she opened her right hand and there was the bone of love. "
And I burried him under the apple tree next to my home."
I gave my love a cherry that has no stone,
I gave my love a chicken that has no bone,
I gave my love a ring that has no end,
I gave my love a baby with no crying.
How can there be a cherry that has no stone?
How can there be a chicken that has no bone?
How can there be a ring that has no end?
How can there be a baby with no crying?
A cherry, when it's blooming, it has no stone,
A chicken when it's pipping, it has no bone,
A ring when it's rolling, it has no end,
A baby when it's sleeping, has no cryin.
It’s Raining, it’s pouring,
The old man is snoring,
He bumped his head,
On top of the bed,
And didn’t get up
In the morning.
I walked by the sea
That’s were I found
The best within me
Winds that tousled my hair
Sounds of nature everywhere
Mystical aroma's spicy and fresh
Awakening and refreshing my soul
Summer morning whitecaps
Dining on the sea
Magic’s in the air
There are rainbows everywhere
Oh the wonder to walk by the sea
And find the best within me
To sit upon the golden sand
With a favorite book in hand
With such pleasure
With such joy
I’ll walk by the ocean
And sit by the sea
For that's where I found
The best within me
Gerry Miles
My mother's gentle hands
That were always there to hold me tight
Ever so late at night
My mother's gentle hands
Always there to wipe away a tear
Or a dirty mark here and there
Through out my growing years
My mother's gentle hands
Were there to give a little tap or two
To the top of my head
To keep me from saying some thing bad
A swat or two just to keep my pants dust free
My mother's gentle hands
Were always there to keep danger at bay
And to see that I never went astray
So to me you see there wasn't better in all the land
Then my mother's gentle hands
Oh it isn’t any wonder that my dad once ask
For her hand to have and to hold
Until they were old
And it's all because of my mother’s gentle hands
Kathy
The mist enshrouded the valley
Sheep grazing in the pasture,
The apple trees in blossom
My mind will retain the picture...
written by: Sally
If you are going to love me the time is now !
Do not wait until I am gone
If you have any tender thoughts of me
let me know it while I am living
By Kathy
The secrets only my heart to bare
The pain so piercingly cruel
The feeling of alone in a crowd
The total emptiness
Flesh blood and bone
Drained stained and apart
Into this world born
Thr truth is forbidden.
Fears arise
They will know they can see
There is one you can trust.
No... you can't say a word
Your life you review
Forgive and forget
Modern children swim
Oh, the afternoon was hazy,
Maybe a fancy jelly-roll
Soon a friend or cousin,
My,if I could go once more
We'd jump right in without a word,
What I would give to return again...
I remember all the Tuesdays
The board Mom used for ironing,
Nobody had electric lights,
Mom wet her finger from her lips,
Mom's been gone for many years,
Author: Gerald Hewitt
I LOVE LOVE
I GAVE MY LOVE
I walked by the ocean
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