A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
A young girl from bright San Diego
longed to drive to far off Tobago
She was saddened a smidge
When she learned that no bridge
was there for her big Winnebago
Okay…I wanted so badly to write a limerick for Tisra on this the eve of her 30th birth…
We’ve been marching along in hopes of pounding out some great times among the wiles and woes of the world. Existence is not all we are offered and I’m making good on my share in the joy bin.
I could get pretty discouraged if I listened too long to th…
I can’t believe it’s Friday already. My has the week flown by.
Earlier this week Owen discovered the word precarious and has used it incorrectly a few times since. It’s so fun when they do that, but I promise I still correct him. I don’t want him…
A sweet girl named Marilyn Stark
played cards like a consummate shark
Each card that she saw
her memory could draw
but she never could say where she parked
I almost forgot again. My week has been off a bit because of Owen’s school schedule. He h…
A scruffy young lad named Bobby
Ran into a girl who was snobby
She flew the red flag
When he played kissing tag
Now his head on one side is all knobby
Poor Bobby White. He was just trying to have a little first grade fun and little Mary Troyer wo…
A mussy haired boy named Willy
Had no use for girls who were frilly
He pulled on their braids
And called them old maids
Yet they loved him because girls are silly
Not all girls are silly…just the ones who fall in love with boys like Willy. I we…
A handsome young boy named Owen
was proud of the way he was growin’
He was tall like his dad
and that made him glad
So he smiled so big he was glowin’
Owen has been underfoot this afternoon. It is the price I pay when I don’t make him take a nap.…
A Tennessee Christmas is pleasing
It’s cold, but we rarely are freezing
But the months that come after
chill the ring from our laughter
and leave us all sniffling and sneezing
It’s COLD.
All the county schools are closed, even a lot of the pr…
There once was a girl named Rose
Sweet sonnets of love she’d compose
But when she recited
Love stayed unrequited
And she blamed the men that she chose
Ah, poor Rose. Ever the optimist in herself, she is doomed to forever be disappointed in other…
A dear soul whose name is Corlene
Is master of art left unseen
Heaven’s gallery’s hold
Every brush stroke so bold
Yet in this life the canvas is clean
On Sunday Corlene Schulz will have a birthday. The only reason I remember it each year is becau…