Friday, December 29, 2017

sit ups

Sit Ups

Call me old fashion,
Exercise is a passion.
I practice the sit up,
When from bed I get up.
The more I nap and rise,
The more I exercise!

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Thursday, December 14, 2017

Angel Echos

Angel Echos

In a world with evil,
Troubles many,
Blessings few,
Angel voices still echo,
Peace on earth,
Good will toward you!


Saturday, December 9, 2017

How To Spear Frogs

How To Spear Frogs

Start with a trident tipped spear,
Approach the frog from the rear.
A good aim and quick jab,
And soon a frog you will stab!

Fry the legs in an iron skillet,
In flour of wheat not of millet.
Watch the pan I do implore,
If not those legs will jump out on the floor.

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Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Beaten Up

Beaten Up

I was “beat up”.
The sun,
 “beat me up”.
I usually watch the sun rise.
But today,
To my surprise,
When I sat down in my chair,
The sun was already there.
Would it be vain?
To pray for it to backup,
And rise again?

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Coffee Straw

Coffee Straw
Too lazy
To trot
To coffee

Move pot
By Bed
Suck straw

oh Happy Day

Oh Happy Day

Oh happy day!
It Is never,
”just another day”,
The sun did rise,
And so did I.
God gave another day,
To laugh or cry,
Come what may.
Remember you could be found,
Six feet under, 
the cold, hard ground!!!

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Cutshin Girl

Cutshin Girl

I am a Cutshin girl,
I hold my head up high,
And the fellow who gets me,
Will be a lucky guy.

Written by my Granny, Hazel Nolan Shell, born 1909 in Leslie County of Ky, when she was a school girl. Cutshin Creek is near the town of Thousandsticks.

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Saturday, December 2, 2017

water in my blood

Water in the Blood

I have water in my blood,
Not gentle waves,
On tropical shore,
But running,
Through solid rock it tore.
Gouging gullies,
Hollowing hollers,
Appalachian water I adore.

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I have lost souls,
On treacherous shoals'
Fierce breakers of distance and time.

I think of their faces,
I miss their embraces,
Searching the shipwrecks of memories sublime.

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Friday, December 1, 2017

silver frost drops

Silver Frost Drops

Silver drops,
From the redbud tree.
Morning sun,
Defrosts the frost,
The branches drip silver fun!

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