Like waves of the sea, The grain fields moved, Grasping the ambulant eye. In this place of the beaver, The lumberjack and weaver;
I decided to write a sad love poem… the usual kind, it would lack the… passion, emotion, love, tenderness… betrayal, moonlight, midnight, sta… dreams, remembrances, and longing.
Dreams are much like stepping-ston… That you’re placing on muddy groun… Be sure your foothold is secure Before you lay the next one down.
Just above graves there are distre… Caused by forces that have no cont… And they set about motions, like w… That linger in the air and snatch-… You can’t see or hear as the force…
So slow the years wandered by When life first placed my toes in… But now, I believe, the clock run… For each year is gone before I th… JE Falcon
What is the difference between an Irishman and a liar? The liar is full of deceit, the Irishman is full of blarney...! Question: How many Irishman does it take to change a light-bulb...
I went to the Doctor for a check-… And I mentioned my ear was bother… The Doctor prescribed ear-drops,… The next morning my throat was as… I thought Streptococcus had come…
I am put upon and drained Up in the Willow’s highest branch… So, I linger in the shadows of it… However I shall never render blame
What the mind conceives From books and dreams And visions conjured deep in cloud Shall never fetch the love of fait… 'though love shall speak of faith…
With a heavy heart, his family is writing to share that Dick Thurmond passed away peacefully last week. We will miss him, but know that he is in a good place. He will always be remember...
On the sidewalk, I saw a Honey-B… It was walking ‘round and ‘round,… I could tell it wasn’t right, his… And I wondered, “Is this his fina… Later on, I passed by and he was…
Grandma has a washtub And she calls it Belly-Round, It’s extra thick, galvanized, And it’s never let her down. Sometimes it’s a stool
Oh woe is me, I’m a Pine you see And Christmas has come my way. Past years weren’t bad; I was lim… So I was spared, to live another… But last year’s weather was so muc…
On the Christmas night When the full moon rose I felt a chill From my head to my toes And deep in my heart
The morning’s Sun peaks From behind black faced skylines That wait to be seen. Then the Rooster crows In hopes of waking others