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?

       JSM

Coffee Straw

Coffee Straw
Too lazy
To trot
To coffee
Pot

Move pot
By Bed
Suck straw
Instead

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.

       HNS

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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water in my blood

Water in the Blood

I have water in my blood,

Not gentle waves,

On tropical shore,

But running,

Splashing,

Through solid rock it tore.

Gouging gullies,

Hollowing hollers,

Appalachian water I adore.

       JSM

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shipwrecks

Shipwrecks 

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.

       JSM

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silver frost drops

Silver Frost Drops

Silver drops,

Drip,

Drip,

Dripping,

From the redbud tree.

Morning sun,

Defrosts the frost,

The branches drip silver fun!

       JSM

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