Welcome ..(``)--(``)....(``)--(``) ..( ^ o ^ )....( ^ o ^ ) O)) `"`(O O)) `"` ((O .(_O_O_)..(_O_O_) Don't Stop Daddy I sat my little children, swinging between joined hands, On little times, I had not time to play, in the outside sand. Swinging them, between my legs, till they nearly touched the sky, The ceiling, for a little one, was nearly just as high. Can I pull the chain & turn on the light, so new? There's another one, & can I turn the fan on too? We rolled & wrestled, & played some Hide & seek, Then, is when I noticed, that I'm Just a little weak. Son, You sure look tired, Do you want a little rest? Don't stop Daddy, I'm not tired, were just getting to the best. It sure was good, they came, when I was so very young. As I got older, I slowed down a bit & wasn't nearly as much fun. But some how, as grandpa, God gave me strength again, And now my little grand daughter, asks me, my favorite little friend. Don't stop Papa, I'm not tired yet, & I need not any rest, We are having so much fun, & we're just getting to the best. Easter Sunday There was an empty silence, on Easter Morning, where I camped, I laid there restlessly, wondering where my little friends were at, I later asked the Wise Old Owl, what happened to everyone? He Said "We were remembering, Jesus, The resurrection of God's Son." Don't you remember? That he died for all you guys? Then three days later, He, arose into the skies. He sent us little animals, to remind you of all these things. And to show you, of so many, of the blessings that he brings. I'm just one of the critters, of the forest, trying to do my best, In hopes that you'll be ready, when it's time to take the test. Life was made, to love your neighbor, & be guided by the light, So God will welcome, open arms, when you're finished in this life. Alarm Clock I'm Just a small alarm clock, sitting on your dresser, Reminding you, so you have not, a worry to remember. When you woke this morning, you really hit me with a swat, Maybe it would be better, if I told you, I forgot. I know my voice annoys you, with that awful little buzzin, You might enjoy much more, if you meet my fancy cousin. She wakes you so pleasantly, with a quiet little beep, And turns up the volume, as you are waken from your sleep. Be careful how you swat, in the early morning light, Oversleep intrigues the boss, What you've been doing, all last night? Old Fashion Dad Hey Dad, you're so old fashion, & you drove them funny old cars, You probably, had to chase Dinosaurs, right out of your own yard. Did you notice, the old country music, you had way back then? To listen to that awful stuff, my world, may just come to end? Have you heard the newest, Creedence, Blood, Sweat & Tears? Yes Son, I liked it, & has been new, for only 25 years. I could just be wrong, maybe you are cool, You even like, some of the music, that we do. I thought your times, seemed so awfully drab, You're not so, old fashion, You Wonderful Dad. One Little Woman There is a honking behind, It's Rudolph my friend ! He says he needs gas & our chat must now end, Hello Rudolph, Again in a hurry today? You passed up a nice lady, & a very nice day. She's, just a lonely old woman, who needed a chat, But since you're in a hurry, you missed a good chance. There are many old women & some old men too, That have no where to go, or nothing to do. So they stop by the stores, to find friendly faces, And they travel their rounds, to so many places. They search the world over, for someone to chat, I really see nothing, so wrong about that. Them three dollars of gas, she needed to buy, Was just a nice way, of passing the time. It sure would be nice, if you could slow down for a start, Surely one little woman, could light up your heart. Field of Flowers I found a field of flowers, In a meadow, not too far away, A land of heavenly beauty, A place I loved to stay, There too, was a shady old tree, And a stump, just my size, I could sit & watch the animals, & the birds, above the painted sky. There was a wise old owl, hooting above, in this old tree, I guess that he was letting me know, that he's watching over me. A rabbit then come hopping by, nibbeling on tall grass, I told Mister Rabbit, that he is always welcome back. A little butterfly, come drifting by, upon the gentle breeze, But he got all excited, just when I had to sneeze. A little worm was inching by, & he too came, to say hello, I guess it's just their pleasant way, of saying, welcome home. Along came that old bull frog, that scared the mess right out of me, Then is when I noticed, my friends, no longer, could I see. But I'll come back tomorrow, to say hello again, To my favorite field of flowers, & to see my little friends. for my little friend, Melissa, age 11 Pencil & Pad Forgive me Dear, For I have Not written much, I've found a job, with the Lord, writing Poetry & such. The benefits are so splendid, & the rewards, the very best,The bank just won't Honor, In the cashing of His check. If you like some of my stories, that are lifting to the soul, Its just few, of my thoughts, I feel we all should know. If you think I am crazy, or your sure that I've gone mad, Just rush me to the Funny Farm, with my Pencil & Pad. One Quart Arthur, you are our most highly, skilled, mechanic, And our finest, professional, salesman too, We have this New, High Grade, Racing oil, We ask you the selling features, & what will it do? Thank you boss, for all your confidence, I won't Delay, to avoid any consequence, Now that you ask, I will tell you, the secret within, When it's, One Quart Low, You put, One Quart, In. Oh My Aching Back I've Got a problem Dr. Towns, "Oh My Aching Back", After checking you my son, Your Sachro is where it's at. Just come on in for therapy, & return every other day, But Doc, there is a problem, That's more than I can pay, The Sachro is the bones that join, at the bottom of the hip, And if you do not sleep just right, the ligaments can slip, There may be a solution, do you sleep on your left at night? Would you like, considering, sleeping on your right? Now if you have any troubles, come again & we will see, I'll just lay you on these wedges, & do a bit more therapy. Itch-i-Gators I rode my motorcycle, into the woods, To take a little nap, There's where I got started, to pitch my tent & camp, I've noticed them itch-i-gators, they moved inside with me, A decision, I concluded, that they wouldn't want to leave. So then I went to WalMart, to rid them little pests, I bought a can of garden dust, they said was good for pets, A little, I sprinkled, into my tent, to get them critters out, And to see if it was good enough, to remove what little doubt. I figured if it's good enough, to sprinkle on a dog, It would be much better, than if to use a can of fog. So if you ask a question, & I answer it with a "Woof" I guess it worked much better, than the label said it Would. Spring Break Our Lord has blessed us with a warm & gentle Spring, For Love is in the air, with the happiness it brings. Watch the birds of air, as they hop their little dance, Spring's a special time, As they Begin in their romance. The bikers cruise along, as they ride the busy streets, Enjoying the gentle breeze, with the pleasant friends they meet. Watch & see the beauty, of God's angelic gift of love. Blessings from the heavens, from our precious Lord above. Kids are on vacation, love hits them on spring break, Many rushing to the coasts, for refreshing waves to take. So breathe a lengthy breath, & enjoy the smiles waiting there. For life has found the season, where love is everywhere. Watchful Eye It's so hard to be a teenager, I've tried, so many years ago, It seemed that no one loved me, But then I really did'nt know. People said nice things of me, And I never knew their name, Yet years later, their friend told me, That they admired me, just the same. So treasure the days you live on Earth, For there is someone watching you, They love your every foot step, And all the things you do. Peer pressure makes it hard, To tell you how much they care, But there is a watchful eye, that loves you, Who may come from anywhere. Hey Grandpa As I woke, so early this morning, I Felt a little tug, The wash machine is broken, & there's water on the rug. So I get my little bag of tools, to see what I can do, The washer, two burned wires, the a/c, one plugged tube. I wish, that I felt a little younger, & Also times that I had wings. But an hour passed, while working, as I fixed those little things. Its fun to be a grandpa, & I must go to work each day, But when I'm ready, to come home again, It's time to sleep & play. It might be nice, to be in love again, & share them little hugs, But for now I go to the internet, to share my Angel's ^Ä^ Love. Stone & Chisel I was so very tired, & hoped, to sleep not long, Awakened this early morning, Fred Flintsone's Cave was gone, I miss the sound of Dino, when he wanted me to play, But to meet up with the Lion Cat, you really must be brave. Holding stone & Chisel, misspelled writings piled deep, The neighbor said, come over, on computer, you delete. So here I write this story, of the endeavor I was in, And a tearful little trickle, runs down upon my chin. I sit here & just wonder, Life isn't what it seems, Did I just have another, of them crazy, nightly Dreams? Peidmont Park Have you ever been to Woodstock? I Can't say I ever had. But I have been to Peidmont Park, It was surely just as bad. I Stayed three months In Atlanta, And watched the Hippies play, Bands & Singers sang their songs, While the Artists showed displays. Life began late mornings, Until we kissed the Redish, Golden Sunset, And Later, just across the street, All the people met. Mothers carrying babies, Husbands of some were found, I guess drugs were so popular, some guys just weren't around. I wish I could take a moment, To be a teen again, To Stop once more, at Peidment Park, To see my Atlanta friends. Life's Answers Life becomes so difficult, Then I know not what to do, But Each day, I await Tomorrow, Come morning Sun, May Life be better too. I waitied so long to find my love, And found her at twenty three, And come my boys of fun & joy, And I loved them one, two , three. Life was so hard & troubled, The marriage did'nt stand too well, But I must say for twenty three, It was strong, before our marriage fell. But never give up on tomorrow, For each day comes surprise, So Sleep at night, & wish your Dreams, May God answer prayers, come Sunrise. Stories The Stories of the North Begin, Once Upon a time. They Dream of English Castles, And their stories Always Rhyme. You Ain't Gonna Believe This, Begins the Stories of the South, They learned from Davey Crockett, To Create a Lion, from a Mouse. Tell them Great big Stories, That all your life has passed, And make them stories good enough, May the Children even Laugh. Stories create Immagination, And give color to the soul, And this gift you give your children, Is greater than you will ever know. Dreams are what we reach for, the thoughts of pure Delight, Them stories will bring them Happiness, all their days of life. Midnight Walk In Atlanta, with a friend, We strolled a Midnight walk, I was terribly delayed then, with a little too much talk. A lady of the night, I Met, swinging her Pearly beads, She invited me, to spend a moment if I pleased, I smiled & waved goodbye, as I declined her sweet invite, For a long walk, I must make, as I travel this long night. As I Crossed the street, A man warned me of his wrongs, And Begged, I follow not, his regrets he had so long. From the fog, came a queer fellow, circling all around, I waved that he be gone, he disapeared into the town, A Drunk slithered forward, just thirty-five cents too short, For all that he needed, was to buy that one last quart. Be careful of the midnight, walks taken in strange lands, For places much like this, are safe, not even for a man. And consider it very thoroughly, Before you run away, For this may be your last stop, and could be your last day. I am ugly, I know I are. But I don't mind, Im the guy Behind, It's the guy up front, that takes the Jar. . . . . . . from Lawerence Welk show I am not over weight,. . . I'm just a little under tall, . .If I were six foot tall, I Would be the Right Weight . . . . from Susie Please be patient with me, Under construction If you would like a special poem, written for some one you care about, tell me your story, & I will see what I can do. E-mail at bottom Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Home: Lee's Story Time The Story: The Little Poet The next Story: Growing Up The loving story: The Wild Ponies Story Time 3 Story Time 4 Friends Roadside Edge Mystic Island Field of Flowers Country Boy Junky Old Motorcycle Nicole Biker Dont Stop Daddy Doll & Horse Fairy Angel Baby Ducky Chick Dallas Goes to Heaven Chipmunk Crossing Heaven's Gift Easter Sunday Precious Blessings Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Email: weaser200@aol.com
I sat my little children, swinging between joined hands, On little times, I had not time to play, in the outside sand. Swinging them, between my legs, till they nearly touched the sky, The ceiling, for a little one, was nearly just as high. Can I pull the chain & turn on the light, so new? There's another one, & can I turn the fan on too? We rolled & wrestled, & played some Hide & seek, Then, is when I noticed, that I'm Just a little weak. Son, You sure look tired, Do you want a little rest? Don't stop Daddy, I'm not tired, were just getting to the best. It sure was good, they came, when I was so very young. As I got older, I slowed down a bit & wasn't nearly as much fun. But some how, as grandpa, God gave me strength again, And now my little grand daughter, asks me, my favorite little friend. Don't stop Papa, I'm not tired yet, & I need not any rest, We are having so much fun, & we're just getting to the best.
There was an empty silence, on Easter Morning, where I camped, I laid there restlessly, wondering where my little friends were at, I later asked the Wise Old Owl, what happened to everyone? He Said "We were remembering, Jesus, The resurrection of God's Son." Don't you remember? That he died for all you guys? Then three days later, He, arose into the skies. He sent us little animals, to remind you of all these things. And to show you, of so many, of the blessings that he brings. I'm just one of the critters, of the forest, trying to do my best, In hopes that you'll be ready, when it's time to take the test. Life was made, to love your neighbor, & be guided by the light, So God will welcome, open arms, when you're finished in this life. Alarm Clock I'm Just a small alarm clock, sitting on your dresser, Reminding you, so you have not, a worry to remember. When you woke this morning, you really hit me with a swat, Maybe it would be better, if I told you, I forgot. I know my voice annoys you, with that awful little buzzin, You might enjoy much more, if you meet my fancy cousin. She wakes you so pleasantly, with a quiet little beep, And turns up the volume, as you are waken from your sleep. Be careful how you swat, in the early morning light, Oversleep intrigues the boss, What you've been doing, all last night? Old Fashion Dad Hey Dad, you're so old fashion, & you drove them funny old cars, You probably, had to chase Dinosaurs, right out of your own yard. Did you notice, the old country music, you had way back then? To listen to that awful stuff, my world, may just come to end? Have you heard the newest, Creedence, Blood, Sweat & Tears? Yes Son, I liked it, & has been new, for only 25 years. I could just be wrong, maybe you are cool, You even like, some of the music, that we do. I thought your times, seemed so awfully drab, You're not so, old fashion, You Wonderful Dad. One Little Woman There is a honking behind, It's Rudolph my friend ! He says he needs gas & our chat must now end, Hello Rudolph, Again in a hurry today? You passed up a nice lady, & a very nice day. She's, just a lonely old woman, who needed a chat, But since you're in a hurry, you missed a good chance. There are many old women & some old men too, That have no where to go, or nothing to do. So they stop by the stores, to find friendly faces, And they travel their rounds, to so many places. They search the world over, for someone to chat, I really see nothing, so wrong about that. Them three dollars of gas, she needed to buy, Was just a nice way, of passing the time. It sure would be nice, if you could slow down for a start, Surely one little woman, could light up your heart. Field of Flowers I found a field of flowers, In a meadow, not too far away, A land of heavenly beauty, A place I loved to stay, There too, was a shady old tree, And a stump, just my size, I could sit & watch the animals, & the birds, above the painted sky. There was a wise old owl, hooting above, in this old tree, I guess that he was letting me know, that he's watching over me. A rabbit then come hopping by, nibbeling on tall grass, I told Mister Rabbit, that he is always welcome back. A little butterfly, come drifting by, upon the gentle breeze, But he got all excited, just when I had to sneeze. A little worm was inching by, & he too came, to say hello, I guess it's just their pleasant way, of saying, welcome home. Along came that old bull frog, that scared the mess right out of me, Then is when I noticed, my friends, no longer, could I see. But I'll come back tomorrow, to say hello again, To my favorite field of flowers, & to see my little friends. for my little friend, Melissa, age 11 Pencil & Pad Forgive me Dear, For I have Not written much, I've found a job, with the Lord, writing Poetry & such. The benefits are so splendid, & the rewards, the very best,The bank just won't Honor, In the cashing of His check. If you like some of my stories, that are lifting to the soul, Its just few, of my thoughts, I feel we all should know. If you think I am crazy, or your sure that I've gone mad, Just rush me to the Funny Farm, with my Pencil & Pad. One Quart Arthur, you are our most highly, skilled, mechanic, And our finest, professional, salesman too, We have this New, High Grade, Racing oil, We ask you the selling features, & what will it do? Thank you boss, for all your confidence, I won't Delay, to avoid any consequence, Now that you ask, I will tell you, the secret within, When it's, One Quart Low, You put, One Quart, In. Oh My Aching Back I've Got a problem Dr. Towns, "Oh My Aching Back", After checking you my son, Your Sachro is where it's at. Just come on in for therapy, & return every other day, But Doc, there is a problem, That's more than I can pay, The Sachro is the bones that join, at the bottom of the hip, And if you do not sleep just right, the ligaments can slip, There may be a solution, do you sleep on your left at night? Would you like, considering, sleeping on your right? Now if you have any troubles, come again & we will see, I'll just lay you on these wedges, & do a bit more therapy. Itch-i-Gators I rode my motorcycle, into the woods, To take a little nap, There's where I got started, to pitch my tent & camp, I've noticed them itch-i-gators, they moved inside with me, A decision, I concluded, that they wouldn't want to leave. So then I went to WalMart, to rid them little pests, I bought a can of garden dust, they said was good for pets, A little, I sprinkled, into my tent, to get them critters out, And to see if it was good enough, to remove what little doubt. I figured if it's good enough, to sprinkle on a dog, It would be much better, than if to use a can of fog. So if you ask a question, & I answer it with a "Woof" I guess it worked much better, than the label said it Would. Spring Break Our Lord has blessed us with a warm & gentle Spring, For Love is in the air, with the happiness it brings. Watch the birds of air, as they hop their little dance, Spring's a special time, As they Begin in their romance. The bikers cruise along, as they ride the busy streets, Enjoying the gentle breeze, with the pleasant friends they meet. Watch & see the beauty, of God's angelic gift of love. Blessings from the heavens, from our precious Lord above. Kids are on vacation, love hits them on spring break, Many rushing to the coasts, for refreshing waves to take. So breathe a lengthy breath, & enjoy the smiles waiting there. For life has found the season, where love is everywhere. Watchful Eye It's so hard to be a teenager, I've tried, so many years ago, It seemed that no one loved me, But then I really did'nt know. People said nice things of me, And I never knew their name, Yet years later, their friend told me, That they admired me, just the same. So treasure the days you live on Earth, For there is someone watching you, They love your every foot step, And all the things you do. Peer pressure makes it hard, To tell you how much they care, But there is a watchful eye, that loves you, Who may come from anywhere. Hey Grandpa As I woke, so early this morning, I Felt a little tug, The wash machine is broken, & there's water on the rug. So I get my little bag of tools, to see what I can do, The washer, two burned wires, the a/c, one plugged tube. I wish, that I felt a little younger, & Also times that I had wings. But an hour passed, while working, as I fixed those little things. Its fun to be a grandpa, & I must go to work each day, But when I'm ready, to come home again, It's time to sleep & play. It might be nice, to be in love again, & share them little hugs, But for now I go to the internet, to share my Angel's ^Ä^ Love. Stone & Chisel I was so very tired, & hoped, to sleep not long, Awakened this early morning, Fred Flintsone's Cave was gone, I miss the sound of Dino, when he wanted me to play, But to meet up with the Lion Cat, you really must be brave. Holding stone & Chisel, misspelled writings piled deep, The neighbor said, come over, on computer, you delete. So here I write this story, of the endeavor I was in, And a tearful little trickle, runs down upon my chin. I sit here & just wonder, Life isn't what it seems, Did I just have another, of them crazy, nightly Dreams? Peidmont Park Have you ever been to Woodstock? I Can't say I ever had. But I have been to Peidmont Park, It was surely just as bad. I Stayed three months In Atlanta, And watched the Hippies play, Bands & Singers sang their songs, While the Artists showed displays. Life began late mornings, Until we kissed the Redish, Golden Sunset, And Later, just across the street, All the people met. Mothers carrying babies, Husbands of some were found, I guess drugs were so popular, some guys just weren't around. I wish I could take a moment, To be a teen again, To Stop once more, at Peidment Park, To see my Atlanta friends. Life's Answers Life becomes so difficult, Then I know not what to do, But Each day, I await Tomorrow, Come morning Sun, May Life be better too. I waitied so long to find my love, And found her at twenty three, And come my boys of fun & joy, And I loved them one, two , three. Life was so hard & troubled, The marriage did'nt stand too well, But I must say for twenty three, It was strong, before our marriage fell. But never give up on tomorrow, For each day comes surprise, So Sleep at night, & wish your Dreams, May God answer prayers, come Sunrise. Stories The Stories of the North Begin, Once Upon a time. They Dream of English Castles, And their stories Always Rhyme. You Ain't Gonna Believe This, Begins the Stories of the South, They learned from Davey Crockett, To Create a Lion, from a Mouse. Tell them Great big Stories, That all your life has passed, And make them stories good enough, May the Children even Laugh. Stories create Immagination, And give color to the soul, And this gift you give your children, Is greater than you will ever know. Dreams are what we reach for, the thoughts of pure Delight, Them stories will bring them Happiness, all their days of life. Midnight Walk In Atlanta, with a friend, We strolled a Midnight walk, I was terribly delayed then, with a little too much talk. A lady of the night, I Met, swinging her Pearly beads, She invited me, to spend a moment if I pleased, I smiled & waved goodbye, as I declined her sweet invite, For a long walk, I must make, as I travel this long night. As I Crossed the street, A man warned me of his wrongs, And Begged, I follow not, his regrets he had so long. From the fog, came a queer fellow, circling all around, I waved that he be gone, he disapeared into the town, A Drunk slithered forward, just thirty-five cents too short, For all that he needed, was to buy that one last quart. Be careful of the midnight, walks taken in strange lands, For places much like this, are safe, not even for a man. And consider it very thoroughly, Before you run away, For this may be your last stop, and could be your last day. I am ugly, I know I are. But I don't mind, Im the guy Behind, It's the guy up front, that takes the Jar. . . . . . . from Lawerence Welk show I am not over weight,. . . I'm just a little under tall, . .If I were six foot tall, I Would be the Right Weight . . . . from Susie Please be patient with me, Under construction If you would like a special poem, written for some one you care about, tell me your story, & I will see what I can do. E-mail at bottom Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Home: Lee's Story Time The Story: The Little Poet The next Story: Growing Up The loving story: The Wild Ponies Story Time 3 Story Time 4 Friends Roadside Edge Mystic Island Field of Flowers Country Boy Junky Old Motorcycle Nicole Biker Dont Stop Daddy Doll & Horse Fairy Angel Baby Ducky Chick Dallas Goes to Heaven Chipmunk Crossing Heaven's Gift Easter Sunday Precious Blessings Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Email: weaser200@aol.com
I'm Just a small alarm clock, sitting on your dresser, Reminding you, so you have not, a worry to remember. When you woke this morning, you really hit me with a swat, Maybe it would be better, if I told you, I forgot. I know my voice annoys you, with that awful little buzzin, You might enjoy much more, if you meet my fancy cousin. She wakes you so pleasantly, with a quiet little beep, And turns up the volume, as you are waken from your sleep. Be careful how you swat, in the early morning light, Oversleep intrigues the boss, What you've been doing, all last night? Old Fashion Dad Hey Dad, you're so old fashion, & you drove them funny old cars, You probably, had to chase Dinosaurs, right out of your own yard. Did you notice, the old country music, you had way back then? To listen to that awful stuff, my world, may just come to end? Have you heard the newest, Creedence, Blood, Sweat & Tears? Yes Son, I liked it, & has been new, for only 25 years. I could just be wrong, maybe you are cool, You even like, some of the music, that we do. I thought your times, seemed so awfully drab, You're not so, old fashion, You Wonderful Dad. One Little Woman There is a honking behind, It's Rudolph my friend ! He says he needs gas & our chat must now end, Hello Rudolph, Again in a hurry today? You passed up a nice lady, & a very nice day. She's, just a lonely old woman, who needed a chat, But since you're in a hurry, you missed a good chance. There are many old women & some old men too, That have no where to go, or nothing to do. So they stop by the stores, to find friendly faces, And they travel their rounds, to so many places. They search the world over, for someone to chat, I really see nothing, so wrong about that. Them three dollars of gas, she needed to buy, Was just a nice way, of passing the time. It sure would be nice, if you could slow down for a start, Surely one little woman, could light up your heart. Field of Flowers I found a field of flowers, In a meadow, not too far away, A land of heavenly beauty, A place I loved to stay, There too, was a shady old tree, And a stump, just my size, I could sit & watch the animals, & the birds, above the painted sky. There was a wise old owl, hooting above, in this old tree, I guess that he was letting me know, that he's watching over me. A rabbit then come hopping by, nibbeling on tall grass, I told Mister Rabbit, that he is always welcome back. A little butterfly, come drifting by, upon the gentle breeze, But he got all excited, just when I had to sneeze. A little worm was inching by, & he too came, to say hello, I guess it's just their pleasant way, of saying, welcome home. Along came that old bull frog, that scared the mess right out of me, Then is when I noticed, my friends, no longer, could I see. But I'll come back tomorrow, to say hello again, To my favorite field of flowers, & to see my little friends. for my little friend, Melissa, age 11 Pencil & Pad Forgive me Dear, For I have Not written much, I've found a job, with the Lord, writing Poetry & such. The benefits are so splendid, & the rewards, the very best,The bank just won't Honor, In the cashing of His check. If you like some of my stories, that are lifting to the soul, Its just few, of my thoughts, I feel we all should know. If you think I am crazy, or your sure that I've gone mad, Just rush me to the Funny Farm, with my Pencil & Pad. One Quart Arthur, you are our most highly, skilled, mechanic, And our finest, professional, salesman too, We have this New, High Grade, Racing oil, We ask you the selling features, & what will it do? Thank you boss, for all your confidence, I won't Delay, to avoid any consequence, Now that you ask, I will tell you, the secret within, When it's, One Quart Low, You put, One Quart, In. Oh My Aching Back I've Got a problem Dr. Towns, "Oh My Aching Back", After checking you my son, Your Sachro is where it's at. Just come on in for therapy, & return every other day, But Doc, there is a problem, That's more than I can pay, The Sachro is the bones that join, at the bottom of the hip, And if you do not sleep just right, the ligaments can slip, There may be a solution, do you sleep on your left at night? Would you like, considering, sleeping on your right? Now if you have any troubles, come again & we will see, I'll just lay you on these wedges, & do a bit more therapy. Itch-i-Gators I rode my motorcycle, into the woods, To take a little nap, There's where I got started, to pitch my tent & camp, I've noticed them itch-i-gators, they moved inside with me, A decision, I concluded, that they wouldn't want to leave. So then I went to WalMart, to rid them little pests, I bought a can of garden dust, they said was good for pets, A little, I sprinkled, into my tent, to get them critters out, And to see if it was good enough, to remove what little doubt. I figured if it's good enough, to sprinkle on a dog, It would be much better, than if to use a can of fog. So if you ask a question, & I answer it with a "Woof" I guess it worked much better, than the label said it Would. Spring Break Our Lord has blessed us with a warm & gentle Spring, For Love is in the air, with the happiness it brings. Watch the birds of air, as they hop their little dance, Spring's a special time, As they Begin in their romance. The bikers cruise along, as they ride the busy streets, Enjoying the gentle breeze, with the pleasant friends they meet. Watch & see the beauty, of God's angelic gift of love. Blessings from the heavens, from our precious Lord above. Kids are on vacation, love hits them on spring break, Many rushing to the coasts, for refreshing waves to take. So breathe a lengthy breath, & enjoy the smiles waiting there. For life has found the season, where love is everywhere. Watchful Eye It's so hard to be a teenager, I've tried, so many years ago, It seemed that no one loved me, But then I really did'nt know. People said nice things of me, And I never knew their name, Yet years later, their friend told me, That they admired me, just the same. So treasure the days you live on Earth, For there is someone watching you, They love your every foot step, And all the things you do. Peer pressure makes it hard, To tell you how much they care, But there is a watchful eye, that loves you, Who may come from anywhere. Hey Grandpa As I woke, so early this morning, I Felt a little tug, The wash machine is broken, & there's water on the rug. So I get my little bag of tools, to see what I can do, The washer, two burned wires, the a/c, one plugged tube. I wish, that I felt a little younger, & Also times that I had wings. But an hour passed, while working, as I fixed those little things. Its fun to be a grandpa, & I must go to work each day, But when I'm ready, to come home again, It's time to sleep & play. It might be nice, to be in love again, & share them little hugs, But for now I go to the internet, to share my Angel's ^Ä^ Love. Stone & Chisel I was so very tired, & hoped, to sleep not long, Awakened this early morning, Fred Flintsone's Cave was gone, I miss the sound of Dino, when he wanted me to play, But to meet up with the Lion Cat, you really must be brave. Holding stone & Chisel, misspelled writings piled deep, The neighbor said, come over, on computer, you delete. So here I write this story, of the endeavor I was in, And a tearful little trickle, runs down upon my chin. I sit here & just wonder, Life isn't what it seems, Did I just have another, of them crazy, nightly Dreams? Peidmont Park Have you ever been to Woodstock? I Can't say I ever had. But I have been to Peidmont Park, It was surely just as bad. I Stayed three months In Atlanta, And watched the Hippies play, Bands & Singers sang their songs, While the Artists showed displays. Life began late mornings, Until we kissed the Redish, Golden Sunset, And Later, just across the street, All the people met. Mothers carrying babies, Husbands of some were found, I guess drugs were so popular, some guys just weren't around. I wish I could take a moment, To be a teen again, To Stop once more, at Peidment Park, To see my Atlanta friends. Life's Answers Life becomes so difficult, Then I know not what to do, But Each day, I await Tomorrow, Come morning Sun, May Life be better too. I waitied so long to find my love, And found her at twenty three, And come my boys of fun & joy, And I loved them one, two , three. Life was so hard & troubled, The marriage did'nt stand too well, But I must say for twenty three, It was strong, before our marriage fell. But never give up on tomorrow, For each day comes surprise, So Sleep at night, & wish your Dreams, May God answer prayers, come Sunrise. Stories The Stories of the North Begin, Once Upon a time. They Dream of English Castles, And their stories Always Rhyme. You Ain't Gonna Believe This, Begins the Stories of the South, They learned from Davey Crockett, To Create a Lion, from a Mouse. Tell them Great big Stories, That all your life has passed, And make them stories good enough, May the Children even Laugh. Stories create Immagination, And give color to the soul, And this gift you give your children, Is greater than you will ever know. Dreams are what we reach for, the thoughts of pure Delight, Them stories will bring them Happiness, all their days of life. Midnight Walk In Atlanta, with a friend, We strolled a Midnight walk, I was terribly delayed then, with a little too much talk. A lady of the night, I Met, swinging her Pearly beads, She invited me, to spend a moment if I pleased, I smiled & waved goodbye, as I declined her sweet invite, For a long walk, I must make, as I travel this long night. As I Crossed the street, A man warned me of his wrongs, And Begged, I follow not, his regrets he had so long. From the fog, came a queer fellow, circling all around, I waved that he be gone, he disapeared into the town, A Drunk slithered forward, just thirty-five cents too short, For all that he needed, was to buy that one last quart. Be careful of the midnight, walks taken in strange lands, For places much like this, are safe, not even for a man. And consider it very thoroughly, Before you run away, For this may be your last stop, and could be your last day. I am ugly, I know I are. But I don't mind, Im the guy Behind, It's the guy up front, that takes the Jar. . . . . . . from Lawerence Welk show I am not over weight,. . . I'm just a little under tall, . .If I were six foot tall, I Would be the Right Weight . . . . from Susie Please be patient with me, Under construction If you would like a special poem, written for some one you care about, tell me your story, & I will see what I can do. E-mail at bottom Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Home: Lee's Story Time The Story: The Little Poet The next Story: Growing Up The loving story: The Wild Ponies Story Time 3 Story Time 4 Friends Roadside Edge Mystic Island Field of Flowers Country Boy Junky Old Motorcycle Nicole Biker Dont Stop Daddy Doll & Horse Fairy Angel Baby Ducky Chick Dallas Goes to Heaven Chipmunk Crossing Heaven's Gift Easter Sunday Precious Blessings Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Email: weaser200@aol.com
Hey Dad, you're so old fashion, & you drove them funny old cars, You probably, had to chase Dinosaurs, right out of your own yard. Did you notice, the old country music, you had way back then? To listen to that awful stuff, my world, may just come to end? Have you heard the newest, Creedence, Blood, Sweat & Tears? Yes Son, I liked it, & has been new, for only 25 years. I could just be wrong, maybe you are cool, You even like, some of the music, that we do. I thought your times, seemed so awfully drab, You're not so, old fashion, You Wonderful Dad. One Little Woman There is a honking behind, It's Rudolph my friend ! He says he needs gas & our chat must now end, Hello Rudolph, Again in a hurry today? You passed up a nice lady, & a very nice day. She's, just a lonely old woman, who needed a chat, But since you're in a hurry, you missed a good chance. There are many old women & some old men too, That have no where to go, or nothing to do. So they stop by the stores, to find friendly faces, And they travel their rounds, to so many places. They search the world over, for someone to chat, I really see nothing, so wrong about that. Them three dollars of gas, she needed to buy, Was just a nice way, of passing the time. It sure would be nice, if you could slow down for a start, Surely one little woman, could light up your heart. Field of Flowers I found a field of flowers, In a meadow, not too far away, A land of heavenly beauty, A place I loved to stay, There too, was a shady old tree, And a stump, just my size, I could sit & watch the animals, & the birds, above the painted sky. There was a wise old owl, hooting above, in this old tree, I guess that he was letting me know, that he's watching over me. A rabbit then come hopping by, nibbeling on tall grass, I told Mister Rabbit, that he is always welcome back. A little butterfly, come drifting by, upon the gentle breeze, But he got all excited, just when I had to sneeze. A little worm was inching by, & he too came, to say hello, I guess it's just their pleasant way, of saying, welcome home. Along came that old bull frog, that scared the mess right out of me, Then is when I noticed, my friends, no longer, could I see. But I'll come back tomorrow, to say hello again, To my favorite field of flowers, & to see my little friends. for my little friend, Melissa, age 11 Pencil & Pad Forgive me Dear, For I have Not written much, I've found a job, with the Lord, writing Poetry & such. The benefits are so splendid, & the rewards, the very best,The bank just won't Honor, In the cashing of His check. If you like some of my stories, that are lifting to the soul, Its just few, of my thoughts, I feel we all should know. If you think I am crazy, or your sure that I've gone mad, Just rush me to the Funny Farm, with my Pencil & Pad. One Quart Arthur, you are our most highly, skilled, mechanic, And our finest, professional, salesman too, We have this New, High Grade, Racing oil, We ask you the selling features, & what will it do? Thank you boss, for all your confidence, I won't Delay, to avoid any consequence, Now that you ask, I will tell you, the secret within, When it's, One Quart Low, You put, One Quart, In. Oh My Aching Back I've Got a problem Dr. Towns, "Oh My Aching Back", After checking you my son, Your Sachro is where it's at. Just come on in for therapy, & return every other day, But Doc, there is a problem, That's more than I can pay, The Sachro is the bones that join, at the bottom of the hip, And if you do not sleep just right, the ligaments can slip, There may be a solution, do you sleep on your left at night? Would you like, considering, sleeping on your right? Now if you have any troubles, come again & we will see, I'll just lay you on these wedges, & do a bit more therapy. Itch-i-Gators I rode my motorcycle, into the woods, To take a little nap, There's where I got started, to pitch my tent & camp, I've noticed them itch-i-gators, they moved inside with me, A decision, I concluded, that they wouldn't want to leave. So then I went to WalMart, to rid them little pests, I bought a can of garden dust, they said was good for pets, A little, I sprinkled, into my tent, to get them critters out, And to see if it was good enough, to remove what little doubt. I figured if it's good enough, to sprinkle on a dog, It would be much better, than if to use a can of fog. So if you ask a question, & I answer it with a "Woof" I guess it worked much better, than the label said it Would. Spring Break Our Lord has blessed us with a warm & gentle Spring, For Love is in the air, with the happiness it brings. Watch the birds of air, as they hop their little dance, Spring's a special time, As they Begin in their romance. The bikers cruise along, as they ride the busy streets, Enjoying the gentle breeze, with the pleasant friends they meet. Watch & see the beauty, of God's angelic gift of love. Blessings from the heavens, from our precious Lord above. Kids are on vacation, love hits them on spring break, Many rushing to the coasts, for refreshing waves to take. So breathe a lengthy breath, & enjoy the smiles waiting there. For life has found the season, where love is everywhere. Watchful Eye It's so hard to be a teenager, I've tried, so many years ago, It seemed that no one loved me, But then I really did'nt know. People said nice things of me, And I never knew their name, Yet years later, their friend told me, That they admired me, just the same. So treasure the days you live on Earth, For there is someone watching you, They love your every foot step, And all the things you do. Peer pressure makes it hard, To tell you how much they care, But there is a watchful eye, that loves you, Who may come from anywhere. Hey Grandpa As I woke, so early this morning, I Felt a little tug, The wash machine is broken, & there's water on the rug. So I get my little bag of tools, to see what I can do, The washer, two burned wires, the a/c, one plugged tube. I wish, that I felt a little younger, & Also times that I had wings. But an hour passed, while working, as I fixed those little things. Its fun to be a grandpa, & I must go to work each day, But when I'm ready, to come home again, It's time to sleep & play. It might be nice, to be in love again, & share them little hugs, But for now I go to the internet, to share my Angel's ^Ä^ Love. Stone & Chisel I was so very tired, & hoped, to sleep not long, Awakened this early morning, Fred Flintsone's Cave was gone, I miss the sound of Dino, when he wanted me to play, But to meet up with the Lion Cat, you really must be brave. Holding stone & Chisel, misspelled writings piled deep, The neighbor said, come over, on computer, you delete. So here I write this story, of the endeavor I was in, And a tearful little trickle, runs down upon my chin. I sit here & just wonder, Life isn't what it seems, Did I just have another, of them crazy, nightly Dreams? Peidmont Park Have you ever been to Woodstock? I Can't say I ever had. But I have been to Peidmont Park, It was surely just as bad. I Stayed three months In Atlanta, And watched the Hippies play, Bands & Singers sang their songs, While the Artists showed displays. Life began late mornings, Until we kissed the Redish, Golden Sunset, And Later, just across the street, All the people met. Mothers carrying babies, Husbands of some were found, I guess drugs were so popular, some guys just weren't around. I wish I could take a moment, To be a teen again, To Stop once more, at Peidment Park, To see my Atlanta friends. Life's Answers Life becomes so difficult, Then I know not what to do, But Each day, I await Tomorrow, Come morning Sun, May Life be better too. I waitied so long to find my love, And found her at twenty three, And come my boys of fun & joy, And I loved them one, two , three. Life was so hard & troubled, The marriage did'nt stand too well, But I must say for twenty three, It was strong, before our marriage fell. But never give up on tomorrow, For each day comes surprise, So Sleep at night, & wish your Dreams, May God answer prayers, come Sunrise. Stories The Stories of the North Begin, Once Upon a time. They Dream of English Castles, And their stories Always Rhyme. You Ain't Gonna Believe This, Begins the Stories of the South, They learned from Davey Crockett, To Create a Lion, from a Mouse. Tell them Great big Stories, That all your life has passed, And make them stories good enough, May the Children even Laugh. Stories create Immagination, And give color to the soul, And this gift you give your children, Is greater than you will ever know. Dreams are what we reach for, the thoughts of pure Delight, Them stories will bring them Happiness, all their days of life. Midnight Walk In Atlanta, with a friend, We strolled a Midnight walk, I was terribly delayed then, with a little too much talk. A lady of the night, I Met, swinging her Pearly beads, She invited me, to spend a moment if I pleased, I smiled & waved goodbye, as I declined her sweet invite, For a long walk, I must make, as I travel this long night. As I Crossed the street, A man warned me of his wrongs, And Begged, I follow not, his regrets he had so long. From the fog, came a queer fellow, circling all around, I waved that he be gone, he disapeared into the town, A Drunk slithered forward, just thirty-five cents too short, For all that he needed, was to buy that one last quart. Be careful of the midnight, walks taken in strange lands, For places much like this, are safe, not even for a man. And consider it very thoroughly, Before you run away, For this may be your last stop, and could be your last day. I am ugly, I know I are. But I don't mind, Im the guy Behind, It's the guy up front, that takes the Jar. . . . . . . from Lawerence Welk show I am not over weight,. . . I'm just a little under tall, . .If I were six foot tall, I Would be the Right Weight . . . . from Susie Please be patient with me, Under construction If you would like a special poem, written for some one you care about, tell me your story, & I will see what I can do. E-mail at bottom Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Home: Lee's Story Time The Story: The Little Poet The next Story: Growing Up The loving story: The Wild Ponies Story Time 3 Story Time 4 Friends Roadside Edge Mystic Island Field of Flowers Country Boy Junky Old Motorcycle Nicole Biker Dont Stop Daddy Doll & Horse Fairy Angel Baby Ducky Chick Dallas Goes to Heaven Chipmunk Crossing Heaven's Gift Easter Sunday Precious Blessings Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Email: weaser200@aol.com
There is a honking behind, It's Rudolph my friend ! He says he needs gas & our chat must now end, Hello Rudolph, Again in a hurry today? You passed up a nice lady, & a very nice day. She's, just a lonely old woman, who needed a chat, But since you're in a hurry, you missed a good chance. There are many old women & some old men too, That have no where to go, or nothing to do. So they stop by the stores, to find friendly faces, And they travel their rounds, to so many places. They search the world over, for someone to chat, I really see nothing, so wrong about that. Them three dollars of gas, she needed to buy, Was just a nice way, of passing the time. It sure would be nice, if you could slow down for a start, Surely one little woman, could light up your heart.
I found a field of flowers, In a meadow, not too far away, A land of heavenly beauty, A place I loved to stay, There too, was a shady old tree, And a stump, just my size, I could sit & watch the animals, & the birds, above the painted sky. There was a wise old owl, hooting above, in this old tree, I guess that he was letting me know, that he's watching over me. A rabbit then come hopping by, nibbeling on tall grass, I told Mister Rabbit, that he is always welcome back. A little butterfly, come drifting by, upon the gentle breeze, But he got all excited, just when I had to sneeze. A little worm was inching by, & he too came, to say hello, I guess it's just their pleasant way, of saying, welcome home. Along came that old bull frog, that scared the mess right out of me, Then is when I noticed, my friends, no longer, could I see. But I'll come back tomorrow, to say hello again, To my favorite field of flowers, & to see my little friends. for my little friend, Melissa, age 11 Pencil & Pad Forgive me Dear, For I have Not written much, I've found a job, with the Lord, writing Poetry & such. The benefits are so splendid, & the rewards, the very best,The bank just won't Honor, In the cashing of His check. If you like some of my stories, that are lifting to the soul, Its just few, of my thoughts, I feel we all should know. If you think I am crazy, or your sure that I've gone mad, Just rush me to the Funny Farm, with my Pencil & Pad. One Quart Arthur, you are our most highly, skilled, mechanic, And our finest, professional, salesman too, We have this New, High Grade, Racing oil, We ask you the selling features, & what will it do? Thank you boss, for all your confidence, I won't Delay, to avoid any consequence, Now that you ask, I will tell you, the secret within, When it's, One Quart Low, You put, One Quart, In. Oh My Aching Back I've Got a problem Dr. Towns, "Oh My Aching Back", After checking you my son, Your Sachro is where it's at. Just come on in for therapy, & return every other day, But Doc, there is a problem, That's more than I can pay, The Sachro is the bones that join, at the bottom of the hip, And if you do not sleep just right, the ligaments can slip, There may be a solution, do you sleep on your left at night? Would you like, considering, sleeping on your right? Now if you have any troubles, come again & we will see, I'll just lay you on these wedges, & do a bit more therapy. Itch-i-Gators I rode my motorcycle, into the woods, To take a little nap, There's where I got started, to pitch my tent & camp, I've noticed them itch-i-gators, they moved inside with me, A decision, I concluded, that they wouldn't want to leave. So then I went to WalMart, to rid them little pests, I bought a can of garden dust, they said was good for pets, A little, I sprinkled, into my tent, to get them critters out, And to see if it was good enough, to remove what little doubt. I figured if it's good enough, to sprinkle on a dog, It would be much better, than if to use a can of fog. So if you ask a question, & I answer it with a "Woof" I guess it worked much better, than the label said it Would. Spring Break Our Lord has blessed us with a warm & gentle Spring, For Love is in the air, with the happiness it brings. Watch the birds of air, as they hop their little dance, Spring's a special time, As they Begin in their romance. The bikers cruise along, as they ride the busy streets, Enjoying the gentle breeze, with the pleasant friends they meet. Watch & see the beauty, of God's angelic gift of love. Blessings from the heavens, from our precious Lord above. Kids are on vacation, love hits them on spring break, Many rushing to the coasts, for refreshing waves to take. So breathe a lengthy breath, & enjoy the smiles waiting there. For life has found the season, where love is everywhere. Watchful Eye It's so hard to be a teenager, I've tried, so many years ago, It seemed that no one loved me, But then I really did'nt know. People said nice things of me, And I never knew their name, Yet years later, their friend told me, That they admired me, just the same. So treasure the days you live on Earth, For there is someone watching you, They love your every foot step, And all the things you do. Peer pressure makes it hard, To tell you how much they care, But there is a watchful eye, that loves you, Who may come from anywhere. Hey Grandpa As I woke, so early this morning, I Felt a little tug, The wash machine is broken, & there's water on the rug. So I get my little bag of tools, to see what I can do, The washer, two burned wires, the a/c, one plugged tube. I wish, that I felt a little younger, & Also times that I had wings. But an hour passed, while working, as I fixed those little things. Its fun to be a grandpa, & I must go to work each day, But when I'm ready, to come home again, It's time to sleep & play. It might be nice, to be in love again, & share them little hugs, But for now I go to the internet, to share my Angel's ^Ä^ Love. Stone & Chisel I was so very tired, & hoped, to sleep not long, Awakened this early morning, Fred Flintsone's Cave was gone, I miss the sound of Dino, when he wanted me to play, But to meet up with the Lion Cat, you really must be brave. Holding stone & Chisel, misspelled writings piled deep, The neighbor said, come over, on computer, you delete. So here I write this story, of the endeavor I was in, And a tearful little trickle, runs down upon my chin. I sit here & just wonder, Life isn't what it seems, Did I just have another, of them crazy, nightly Dreams? Peidmont Park Have you ever been to Woodstock? I Can't say I ever had. But I have been to Peidmont Park, It was surely just as bad. I Stayed three months In Atlanta, And watched the Hippies play, Bands & Singers sang their songs, While the Artists showed displays. Life began late mornings, Until we kissed the Redish, Golden Sunset, And Later, just across the street, All the people met. Mothers carrying babies, Husbands of some were found, I guess drugs were so popular, some guys just weren't around. I wish I could take a moment, To be a teen again, To Stop once more, at Peidment Park, To see my Atlanta friends. Life's Answers Life becomes so difficult, Then I know not what to do, But Each day, I await Tomorrow, Come morning Sun, May Life be better too. I waitied so long to find my love, And found her at twenty three, And come my boys of fun & joy, And I loved them one, two , three. Life was so hard & troubled, The marriage did'nt stand too well, But I must say for twenty three, It was strong, before our marriage fell. But never give up on tomorrow, For each day comes surprise, So Sleep at night, & wish your Dreams, May God answer prayers, come Sunrise. Stories The Stories of the North Begin, Once Upon a time. They Dream of English Castles, And their stories Always Rhyme. You Ain't Gonna Believe This, Begins the Stories of the South, They learned from Davey Crockett, To Create a Lion, from a Mouse. Tell them Great big Stories, That all your life has passed, And make them stories good enough, May the Children even Laugh. Stories create Immagination, And give color to the soul, And this gift you give your children, Is greater than you will ever know. Dreams are what we reach for, the thoughts of pure Delight, Them stories will bring them Happiness, all their days of life. Midnight Walk In Atlanta, with a friend, We strolled a Midnight walk, I was terribly delayed then, with a little too much talk. A lady of the night, I Met, swinging her Pearly beads, She invited me, to spend a moment if I pleased, I smiled & waved goodbye, as I declined her sweet invite, For a long walk, I must make, as I travel this long night. As I Crossed the street, A man warned me of his wrongs, And Begged, I follow not, his regrets he had so long. From the fog, came a queer fellow, circling all around, I waved that he be gone, he disapeared into the town, A Drunk slithered forward, just thirty-five cents too short, For all that he needed, was to buy that one last quart. Be careful of the midnight, walks taken in strange lands, For places much like this, are safe, not even for a man. And consider it very thoroughly, Before you run away, For this may be your last stop, and could be your last day. I am ugly, I know I are. But I don't mind, Im the guy Behind, It's the guy up front, that takes the Jar. . . . . . . from Lawerence Welk show I am not over weight,. . . I'm just a little under tall, . .If I were six foot tall, I Would be the Right Weight . . . . from Susie Please be patient with me, Under construction If you would like a special poem, written for some one you care about, tell me your story, & I will see what I can do. E-mail at bottom Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Home: Lee's Story Time The Story: The Little Poet The next Story: Growing Up The loving story: The Wild Ponies Story Time 3 Story Time 4 Friends Roadside Edge Mystic Island Field of Flowers Country Boy Junky Old Motorcycle Nicole Biker Dont Stop Daddy Doll & Horse Fairy Angel Baby Ducky Chick Dallas Goes to Heaven Chipmunk Crossing Heaven's Gift Easter Sunday Precious Blessings Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Email: weaser200@aol.com
Forgive me Dear, For I have Not written much, I've found a job, with the Lord, writing Poetry & such. The benefits are so splendid, & the rewards, the very best,The bank just won't Honor, In the cashing of His check. If you like some of my stories, that are lifting to the soul, Its just few, of my thoughts, I feel we all should know. If you think I am crazy, or your sure that I've gone mad, Just rush me to the Funny Farm, with my Pencil & Pad. One Quart Arthur, you are our most highly, skilled, mechanic, And our finest, professional, salesman too, We have this New, High Grade, Racing oil, We ask you the selling features, & what will it do? Thank you boss, for all your confidence, I won't Delay, to avoid any consequence, Now that you ask, I will tell you, the secret within, When it's, One Quart Low, You put, One Quart, In. Oh My Aching Back I've Got a problem Dr. Towns, "Oh My Aching Back", After checking you my son, Your Sachro is where it's at. Just come on in for therapy, & return every other day, But Doc, there is a problem, That's more than I can pay, The Sachro is the bones that join, at the bottom of the hip, And if you do not sleep just right, the ligaments can slip, There may be a solution, do you sleep on your left at night? Would you like, considering, sleeping on your right? Now if you have any troubles, come again & we will see, I'll just lay you on these wedges, & do a bit more therapy. Itch-i-Gators I rode my motorcycle, into the woods, To take a little nap, There's where I got started, to pitch my tent & camp, I've noticed them itch-i-gators, they moved inside with me, A decision, I concluded, that they wouldn't want to leave. So then I went to WalMart, to rid them little pests, I bought a can of garden dust, they said was good for pets, A little, I sprinkled, into my tent, to get them critters out, And to see if it was good enough, to remove what little doubt. I figured if it's good enough, to sprinkle on a dog, It would be much better, than if to use a can of fog. So if you ask a question, & I answer it with a "Woof" I guess it worked much better, than the label said it Would. Spring Break Our Lord has blessed us with a warm & gentle Spring, For Love is in the air, with the happiness it brings. Watch the birds of air, as they hop their little dance, Spring's a special time, As they Begin in their romance. The bikers cruise along, as they ride the busy streets, Enjoying the gentle breeze, with the pleasant friends they meet. Watch & see the beauty, of God's angelic gift of love. Blessings from the heavens, from our precious Lord above. Kids are on vacation, love hits them on spring break, Many rushing to the coasts, for refreshing waves to take. So breathe a lengthy breath, & enjoy the smiles waiting there. For life has found the season, where love is everywhere. Watchful Eye It's so hard to be a teenager, I've tried, so many years ago, It seemed that no one loved me, But then I really did'nt know. People said nice things of me, And I never knew their name, Yet years later, their friend told me, That they admired me, just the same. So treasure the days you live on Earth, For there is someone watching you, They love your every foot step, And all the things you do. Peer pressure makes it hard, To tell you how much they care, But there is a watchful eye, that loves you, Who may come from anywhere. Hey Grandpa As I woke, so early this morning, I Felt a little tug, The wash machine is broken, & there's water on the rug. So I get my little bag of tools, to see what I can do, The washer, two burned wires, the a/c, one plugged tube. I wish, that I felt a little younger, & Also times that I had wings. But an hour passed, while working, as I fixed those little things. Its fun to be a grandpa, & I must go to work each day, But when I'm ready, to come home again, It's time to sleep & play. It might be nice, to be in love again, & share them little hugs, But for now I go to the internet, to share my Angel's ^Ä^ Love. Stone & Chisel I was so very tired, & hoped, to sleep not long, Awakened this early morning, Fred Flintsone's Cave was gone, I miss the sound of Dino, when he wanted me to play, But to meet up with the Lion Cat, you really must be brave. Holding stone & Chisel, misspelled writings piled deep, The neighbor said, come over, on computer, you delete. So here I write this story, of the endeavor I was in, And a tearful little trickle, runs down upon my chin. I sit here & just wonder, Life isn't what it seems, Did I just have another, of them crazy, nightly Dreams? Peidmont Park Have you ever been to Woodstock? I Can't say I ever had. But I have been to Peidmont Park, It was surely just as bad. I Stayed three months In Atlanta, And watched the Hippies play, Bands & Singers sang their songs, While the Artists showed displays. Life began late mornings, Until we kissed the Redish, Golden Sunset, And Later, just across the street, All the people met. Mothers carrying babies, Husbands of some were found, I guess drugs were so popular, some guys just weren't around. I wish I could take a moment, To be a teen again, To Stop once more, at Peidment Park, To see my Atlanta friends. Life's Answers Life becomes so difficult, Then I know not what to do, But Each day, I await Tomorrow, Come morning Sun, May Life be better too. I waitied so long to find my love, And found her at twenty three, And come my boys of fun & joy, And I loved them one, two , three. Life was so hard & troubled, The marriage did'nt stand too well, But I must say for twenty three, It was strong, before our marriage fell. But never give up on tomorrow, For each day comes surprise, So Sleep at night, & wish your Dreams, May God answer prayers, come Sunrise. Stories The Stories of the North Begin, Once Upon a time. They Dream of English Castles, And their stories Always Rhyme. You Ain't Gonna Believe This, Begins the Stories of the South, They learned from Davey Crockett, To Create a Lion, from a Mouse. Tell them Great big Stories, That all your life has passed, And make them stories good enough, May the Children even Laugh. Stories create Immagination, And give color to the soul, And this gift you give your children, Is greater than you will ever know. Dreams are what we reach for, the thoughts of pure Delight, Them stories will bring them Happiness, all their days of life. Midnight Walk In Atlanta, with a friend, We strolled a Midnight walk, I was terribly delayed then, with a little too much talk. A lady of the night, I Met, swinging her Pearly beads, She invited me, to spend a moment if I pleased, I smiled & waved goodbye, as I declined her sweet invite, For a long walk, I must make, as I travel this long night. As I Crossed the street, A man warned me of his wrongs, And Begged, I follow not, his regrets he had so long. From the fog, came a queer fellow, circling all around, I waved that he be gone, he disapeared into the town, A Drunk slithered forward, just thirty-five cents too short, For all that he needed, was to buy that one last quart. Be careful of the midnight, walks taken in strange lands, For places much like this, are safe, not even for a man. And consider it very thoroughly, Before you run away, For this may be your last stop, and could be your last day. I am ugly, I know I are. But I don't mind, Im the guy Behind, It's the guy up front, that takes the Jar. . . . . . . from Lawerence Welk show I am not over weight,. . . I'm just a little under tall, . .If I were six foot tall, I Would be the Right Weight . . . . from Susie Please be patient with me, Under construction If you would like a special poem, written for some one you care about, tell me your story, & I will see what I can do. E-mail at bottom Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Home: Lee's Story Time The Story: The Little Poet The next Story: Growing Up The loving story: The Wild Ponies Story Time 3 Story Time 4 Friends Roadside Edge Mystic Island Field of Flowers Country Boy Junky Old Motorcycle Nicole Biker Dont Stop Daddy Doll & Horse Fairy Angel Baby Ducky Chick Dallas Goes to Heaven Chipmunk Crossing Heaven's Gift Easter Sunday Precious Blessings Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Email: weaser200@aol.com
Arthur, you are our most highly, skilled, mechanic, And our finest, professional, salesman too, We have this New, High Grade, Racing oil, We ask you the selling features, & what will it do? Thank you boss, for all your confidence, I won't Delay, to avoid any consequence, Now that you ask, I will tell you, the secret within, When it's, One Quart Low, You put, One Quart, In.
I've Got a problem Dr. Towns, "Oh My Aching Back", After checking you my son, Your Sachro is where it's at. Just come on in for therapy, & return every other day, But Doc, there is a problem, That's more than I can pay, The Sachro is the bones that join, at the bottom of the hip, And if you do not sleep just right, the ligaments can slip, There may be a solution, do you sleep on your left at night? Would you like, considering, sleeping on your right? Now if you have any troubles, come again & we will see, I'll just lay you on these wedges, & do a bit more therapy. Itch-i-Gators I rode my motorcycle, into the woods, To take a little nap, There's where I got started, to pitch my tent & camp, I've noticed them itch-i-gators, they moved inside with me, A decision, I concluded, that they wouldn't want to leave. So then I went to WalMart, to rid them little pests, I bought a can of garden dust, they said was good for pets, A little, I sprinkled, into my tent, to get them critters out, And to see if it was good enough, to remove what little doubt. I figured if it's good enough, to sprinkle on a dog, It would be much better, than if to use a can of fog. So if you ask a question, & I answer it with a "Woof" I guess it worked much better, than the label said it Would. Spring Break Our Lord has blessed us with a warm & gentle Spring, For Love is in the air, with the happiness it brings. Watch the birds of air, as they hop their little dance, Spring's a special time, As they Begin in their romance. The bikers cruise along, as they ride the busy streets, Enjoying the gentle breeze, with the pleasant friends they meet. Watch & see the beauty, of God's angelic gift of love. Blessings from the heavens, from our precious Lord above. Kids are on vacation, love hits them on spring break, Many rushing to the coasts, for refreshing waves to take. So breathe a lengthy breath, & enjoy the smiles waiting there. For life has found the season, where love is everywhere. Watchful Eye It's so hard to be a teenager, I've tried, so many years ago, It seemed that no one loved me, But then I really did'nt know. People said nice things of me, And I never knew their name, Yet years later, their friend told me, That they admired me, just the same. So treasure the days you live on Earth, For there is someone watching you, They love your every foot step, And all the things you do. Peer pressure makes it hard, To tell you how much they care, But there is a watchful eye, that loves you, Who may come from anywhere. Hey Grandpa As I woke, so early this morning, I Felt a little tug, The wash machine is broken, & there's water on the rug. So I get my little bag of tools, to see what I can do, The washer, two burned wires, the a/c, one plugged tube. I wish, that I felt a little younger, & Also times that I had wings. But an hour passed, while working, as I fixed those little things. Its fun to be a grandpa, & I must go to work each day, But when I'm ready, to come home again, It's time to sleep & play. It might be nice, to be in love again, & share them little hugs, But for now I go to the internet, to share my Angel's ^Ä^ Love. Stone & Chisel I was so very tired, & hoped, to sleep not long, Awakened this early morning, Fred Flintsone's Cave was gone, I miss the sound of Dino, when he wanted me to play, But to meet up with the Lion Cat, you really must be brave. Holding stone & Chisel, misspelled writings piled deep, The neighbor said, come over, on computer, you delete. So here I write this story, of the endeavor I was in, And a tearful little trickle, runs down upon my chin. I sit here & just wonder, Life isn't what it seems, Did I just have another, of them crazy, nightly Dreams? Peidmont Park Have you ever been to Woodstock? I Can't say I ever had. But I have been to Peidmont Park, It was surely just as bad. I Stayed three months In Atlanta, And watched the Hippies play, Bands & Singers sang their songs, While the Artists showed displays. Life began late mornings, Until we kissed the Redish, Golden Sunset, And Later, just across the street, All the people met. Mothers carrying babies, Husbands of some were found, I guess drugs were so popular, some guys just weren't around. I wish I could take a moment, To be a teen again, To Stop once more, at Peidment Park, To see my Atlanta friends. Life's Answers Life becomes so difficult, Then I know not what to do, But Each day, I await Tomorrow, Come morning Sun, May Life be better too. I waitied so long to find my love, And found her at twenty three, And come my boys of fun & joy, And I loved them one, two , three. Life was so hard & troubled, The marriage did'nt stand too well, But I must say for twenty three, It was strong, before our marriage fell. But never give up on tomorrow, For each day comes surprise, So Sleep at night, & wish your Dreams, May God answer prayers, come Sunrise. Stories The Stories of the North Begin, Once Upon a time. They Dream of English Castles, And their stories Always Rhyme. You Ain't Gonna Believe This, Begins the Stories of the South, They learned from Davey Crockett, To Create a Lion, from a Mouse. Tell them Great big Stories, That all your life has passed, And make them stories good enough, May the Children even Laugh. Stories create Immagination, And give color to the soul, And this gift you give your children, Is greater than you will ever know. Dreams are what we reach for, the thoughts of pure Delight, Them stories will bring them Happiness, all their days of life. Midnight Walk In Atlanta, with a friend, We strolled a Midnight walk, I was terribly delayed then, with a little too much talk. A lady of the night, I Met, swinging her Pearly beads, She invited me, to spend a moment if I pleased, I smiled & waved goodbye, as I declined her sweet invite, For a long walk, I must make, as I travel this long night. As I Crossed the street, A man warned me of his wrongs, And Begged, I follow not, his regrets he had so long. From the fog, came a queer fellow, circling all around, I waved that he be gone, he disapeared into the town, A Drunk slithered forward, just thirty-five cents too short, For all that he needed, was to buy that one last quart. Be careful of the midnight, walks taken in strange lands, For places much like this, are safe, not even for a man. And consider it very thoroughly, Before you run away, For this may be your last stop, and could be your last day. I am ugly, I know I are. But I don't mind, Im the guy Behind, It's the guy up front, that takes the Jar. . . . . . . from Lawerence Welk show I am not over weight,. . . I'm just a little under tall, . .If I were six foot tall, I Would be the Right Weight . . . . from Susie Please be patient with me, Under construction If you would like a special poem, written for some one you care about, tell me your story, & I will see what I can do. E-mail at bottom Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Home: Lee's Story Time The Story: The Little Poet The next Story: Growing Up The loving story: The Wild Ponies Story Time 3 Story Time 4 Friends Roadside Edge Mystic Island Field of Flowers Country Boy Junky Old Motorcycle Nicole Biker Dont Stop Daddy Doll & Horse Fairy Angel Baby Ducky Chick Dallas Goes to Heaven Chipmunk Crossing Heaven's Gift Easter Sunday Precious Blessings Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Email: weaser200@aol.com
I rode my motorcycle, into the woods, To take a little nap, There's where I got started, to pitch my tent & camp, I've noticed them itch-i-gators, they moved inside with me, A decision, I concluded, that they wouldn't want to leave. So then I went to WalMart, to rid them little pests, I bought a can of garden dust, they said was good for pets, A little, I sprinkled, into my tent, to get them critters out, And to see if it was good enough, to remove what little doubt. I figured if it's good enough, to sprinkle on a dog, It would be much better, than if to use a can of fog. So if you ask a question, & I answer it with a "Woof" I guess it worked much better, than the label said it Would. Spring Break Our Lord has blessed us with a warm & gentle Spring, For Love is in the air, with the happiness it brings. Watch the birds of air, as they hop their little dance, Spring's a special time, As they Begin in their romance. The bikers cruise along, as they ride the busy streets, Enjoying the gentle breeze, with the pleasant friends they meet. Watch & see the beauty, of God's angelic gift of love. Blessings from the heavens, from our precious Lord above. Kids are on vacation, love hits them on spring break, Many rushing to the coasts, for refreshing waves to take. So breathe a lengthy breath, & enjoy the smiles waiting there. For life has found the season, where love is everywhere. Watchful Eye It's so hard to be a teenager, I've tried, so many years ago, It seemed that no one loved me, But then I really did'nt know. People said nice things of me, And I never knew their name, Yet years later, their friend told me, That they admired me, just the same. So treasure the days you live on Earth, For there is someone watching you, They love your every foot step, And all the things you do. Peer pressure makes it hard, To tell you how much they care, But there is a watchful eye, that loves you, Who may come from anywhere. Hey Grandpa As I woke, so early this morning, I Felt a little tug, The wash machine is broken, & there's water on the rug. So I get my little bag of tools, to see what I can do, The washer, two burned wires, the a/c, one plugged tube. I wish, that I felt a little younger, & Also times that I had wings. But an hour passed, while working, as I fixed those little things. Its fun to be a grandpa, & I must go to work each day, But when I'm ready, to come home again, It's time to sleep & play. It might be nice, to be in love again, & share them little hugs, But for now I go to the internet, to share my Angel's ^Ä^ Love. Stone & Chisel I was so very tired, & hoped, to sleep not long, Awakened this early morning, Fred Flintsone's Cave was gone, I miss the sound of Dino, when he wanted me to play, But to meet up with the Lion Cat, you really must be brave. Holding stone & Chisel, misspelled writings piled deep, The neighbor said, come over, on computer, you delete. So here I write this story, of the endeavor I was in, And a tearful little trickle, runs down upon my chin. I sit here & just wonder, Life isn't what it seems, Did I just have another, of them crazy, nightly Dreams? Peidmont Park Have you ever been to Woodstock? I Can't say I ever had. But I have been to Peidmont Park, It was surely just as bad. I Stayed three months In Atlanta, And watched the Hippies play, Bands & Singers sang their songs, While the Artists showed displays. Life began late mornings, Until we kissed the Redish, Golden Sunset, And Later, just across the street, All the people met. Mothers carrying babies, Husbands of some were found, I guess drugs were so popular, some guys just weren't around. I wish I could take a moment, To be a teen again, To Stop once more, at Peidment Park, To see my Atlanta friends. Life's Answers Life becomes so difficult, Then I know not what to do, But Each day, I await Tomorrow, Come morning Sun, May Life be better too. I waitied so long to find my love, And found her at twenty three, And come my boys of fun & joy, And I loved them one, two , three. Life was so hard & troubled, The marriage did'nt stand too well, But I must say for twenty three, It was strong, before our marriage fell. But never give up on tomorrow, For each day comes surprise, So Sleep at night, & wish your Dreams, May God answer prayers, come Sunrise. Stories The Stories of the North Begin, Once Upon a time. They Dream of English Castles, And their stories Always Rhyme. You Ain't Gonna Believe This, Begins the Stories of the South, They learned from Davey Crockett, To Create a Lion, from a Mouse. Tell them Great big Stories, That all your life has passed, And make them stories good enough, May the Children even Laugh. Stories create Immagination, And give color to the soul, And this gift you give your children, Is greater than you will ever know. Dreams are what we reach for, the thoughts of pure Delight, Them stories will bring them Happiness, all their days of life. Midnight Walk In Atlanta, with a friend, We strolled a Midnight walk, I was terribly delayed then, with a little too much talk. A lady of the night, I Met, swinging her Pearly beads, She invited me, to spend a moment if I pleased, I smiled & waved goodbye, as I declined her sweet invite, For a long walk, I must make, as I travel this long night. As I Crossed the street, A man warned me of his wrongs, And Begged, I follow not, his regrets he had so long. From the fog, came a queer fellow, circling all around, I waved that he be gone, he disapeared into the town, A Drunk slithered forward, just thirty-five cents too short, For all that he needed, was to buy that one last quart. Be careful of the midnight, walks taken in strange lands, For places much like this, are safe, not even for a man. And consider it very thoroughly, Before you run away, For this may be your last stop, and could be your last day. I am ugly, I know I are. But I don't mind, Im the guy Behind, It's the guy up front, that takes the Jar. . . . . . . from Lawerence Welk show I am not over weight,. . . I'm just a little under tall, . .If I were six foot tall, I Would be the Right Weight . . . . from Susie Please be patient with me, Under construction If you would like a special poem, written for some one you care about, tell me your story, & I will see what I can do. E-mail at bottom Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Home: Lee's Story Time The Story: The Little Poet The next Story: Growing Up The loving story: The Wild Ponies Story Time 3 Story Time 4 Friends Roadside Edge Mystic Island Field of Flowers Country Boy Junky Old Motorcycle Nicole Biker Dont Stop Daddy Doll & Horse Fairy Angel Baby Ducky Chick Dallas Goes to Heaven Chipmunk Crossing Heaven's Gift Easter Sunday Precious Blessings Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Email: weaser200@aol.com
Our Lord has blessed us with a warm & gentle Spring, For Love is in the air, with the happiness it brings. Watch the birds of air, as they hop their little dance, Spring's a special time, As they Begin in their romance. The bikers cruise along, as they ride the busy streets, Enjoying the gentle breeze, with the pleasant friends they meet. Watch & see the beauty, of God's angelic gift of love. Blessings from the heavens, from our precious Lord above. Kids are on vacation, love hits them on spring break, Many rushing to the coasts, for refreshing waves to take. So breathe a lengthy breath, & enjoy the smiles waiting there. For life has found the season, where love is everywhere. Watchful Eye It's so hard to be a teenager, I've tried, so many years ago, It seemed that no one loved me, But then I really did'nt know. People said nice things of me, And I never knew their name, Yet years later, their friend told me, That they admired me, just the same. So treasure the days you live on Earth, For there is someone watching you, They love your every foot step, And all the things you do. Peer pressure makes it hard, To tell you how much they care, But there is a watchful eye, that loves you, Who may come from anywhere. Hey Grandpa As I woke, so early this morning, I Felt a little tug, The wash machine is broken, & there's water on the rug. So I get my little bag of tools, to see what I can do, The washer, two burned wires, the a/c, one plugged tube. I wish, that I felt a little younger, & Also times that I had wings. But an hour passed, while working, as I fixed those little things. Its fun to be a grandpa, & I must go to work each day, But when I'm ready, to come home again, It's time to sleep & play. It might be nice, to be in love again, & share them little hugs, But for now I go to the internet, to share my Angel's ^Ä^ Love. Stone & Chisel I was so very tired, & hoped, to sleep not long, Awakened this early morning, Fred Flintsone's Cave was gone, I miss the sound of Dino, when he wanted me to play, But to meet up with the Lion Cat, you really must be brave. Holding stone & Chisel, misspelled writings piled deep, The neighbor said, come over, on computer, you delete. So here I write this story, of the endeavor I was in, And a tearful little trickle, runs down upon my chin. I sit here & just wonder, Life isn't what it seems, Did I just have another, of them crazy, nightly Dreams? Peidmont Park Have you ever been to Woodstock? I Can't say I ever had. But I have been to Peidmont Park, It was surely just as bad. I Stayed three months In Atlanta, And watched the Hippies play, Bands & Singers sang their songs, While the Artists showed displays. Life began late mornings, Until we kissed the Redish, Golden Sunset, And Later, just across the street, All the people met. Mothers carrying babies, Husbands of some were found, I guess drugs were so popular, some guys just weren't around. I wish I could take a moment, To be a teen again, To Stop once more, at Peidment Park, To see my Atlanta friends. Life's Answers Life becomes so difficult, Then I know not what to do, But Each day, I await Tomorrow, Come morning Sun, May Life be better too. I waitied so long to find my love, And found her at twenty three, And come my boys of fun & joy, And I loved them one, two , three. Life was so hard & troubled, The marriage did'nt stand too well, But I must say for twenty three, It was strong, before our marriage fell. But never give up on tomorrow, For each day comes surprise, So Sleep at night, & wish your Dreams, May God answer prayers, come Sunrise. Stories The Stories of the North Begin, Once Upon a time. They Dream of English Castles, And their stories Always Rhyme. You Ain't Gonna Believe This, Begins the Stories of the South, They learned from Davey Crockett, To Create a Lion, from a Mouse. Tell them Great big Stories, That all your life has passed, And make them stories good enough, May the Children even Laugh. Stories create Immagination, And give color to the soul, And this gift you give your children, Is greater than you will ever know. Dreams are what we reach for, the thoughts of pure Delight, Them stories will bring them Happiness, all their days of life. Midnight Walk In Atlanta, with a friend, We strolled a Midnight walk, I was terribly delayed then, with a little too much talk. A lady of the night, I Met, swinging her Pearly beads, She invited me, to spend a moment if I pleased, I smiled & waved goodbye, as I declined her sweet invite, For a long walk, I must make, as I travel this long night. As I Crossed the street, A man warned me of his wrongs, And Begged, I follow not, his regrets he had so long. From the fog, came a queer fellow, circling all around, I waved that he be gone, he disapeared into the town, A Drunk slithered forward, just thirty-five cents too short, For all that he needed, was to buy that one last quart. Be careful of the midnight, walks taken in strange lands, For places much like this, are safe, not even for a man. And consider it very thoroughly, Before you run away, For this may be your last stop, and could be your last day. I am ugly, I know I are. But I don't mind, Im the guy Behind, It's the guy up front, that takes the Jar. . . . . . . from Lawerence Welk show I am not over weight,. . . I'm just a little under tall, . .If I were six foot tall, I Would be the Right Weight . . . . from Susie Please be patient with me, Under construction If you would like a special poem, written for some one you care about, tell me your story, & I will see what I can do. E-mail at bottom Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Home: Lee's Story Time The Story: The Little Poet The next Story: Growing Up The loving story: The Wild Ponies Story Time 3 Story Time 4 Friends Roadside Edge Mystic Island Field of Flowers Country Boy Junky Old Motorcycle Nicole Biker Dont Stop Daddy Doll & Horse Fairy Angel Baby Ducky Chick Dallas Goes to Heaven Chipmunk Crossing Heaven's Gift Easter Sunday Precious Blessings Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Email: weaser200@aol.com
It's so hard to be a teenager, I've tried, so many years ago, It seemed that no one loved me, But then I really did'nt know. People said nice things of me, And I never knew their name, Yet years later, their friend told me, That they admired me, just the same. So treasure the days you live on Earth, For there is someone watching you, They love your every foot step, And all the things you do. Peer pressure makes it hard, To tell you how much they care, But there is a watchful eye, that loves you, Who may come from anywhere. Hey Grandpa As I woke, so early this morning, I Felt a little tug, The wash machine is broken, & there's water on the rug. So I get my little bag of tools, to see what I can do, The washer, two burned wires, the a/c, one plugged tube. I wish, that I felt a little younger, & Also times that I had wings. But an hour passed, while working, as I fixed those little things. Its fun to be a grandpa, & I must go to work each day, But when I'm ready, to come home again, It's time to sleep & play. It might be nice, to be in love again, & share them little hugs, But for now I go to the internet, to share my Angel's ^Ä^ Love. Stone & Chisel I was so very tired, & hoped, to sleep not long, Awakened this early morning, Fred Flintsone's Cave was gone, I miss the sound of Dino, when he wanted me to play, But to meet up with the Lion Cat, you really must be brave. Holding stone & Chisel, misspelled writings piled deep, The neighbor said, come over, on computer, you delete. So here I write this story, of the endeavor I was in, And a tearful little trickle, runs down upon my chin. I sit here & just wonder, Life isn't what it seems, Did I just have another, of them crazy, nightly Dreams? Peidmont Park Have you ever been to Woodstock? I Can't say I ever had. But I have been to Peidmont Park, It was surely just as bad. I Stayed three months In Atlanta, And watched the Hippies play, Bands & Singers sang their songs, While the Artists showed displays. Life began late mornings, Until we kissed the Redish, Golden Sunset, And Later, just across the street, All the people met. Mothers carrying babies, Husbands of some were found, I guess drugs were so popular, some guys just weren't around. I wish I could take a moment, To be a teen again, To Stop once more, at Peidment Park, To see my Atlanta friends. Life's Answers Life becomes so difficult, Then I know not what to do, But Each day, I await Tomorrow, Come morning Sun, May Life be better too. I waitied so long to find my love, And found her at twenty three, And come my boys of fun & joy, And I loved them one, two , three. Life was so hard & troubled, The marriage did'nt stand too well, But I must say for twenty three, It was strong, before our marriage fell. But never give up on tomorrow, For each day comes surprise, So Sleep at night, & wish your Dreams, May God answer prayers, come Sunrise. Stories The Stories of the North Begin, Once Upon a time. They Dream of English Castles, And their stories Always Rhyme. You Ain't Gonna Believe This, Begins the Stories of the South, They learned from Davey Crockett, To Create a Lion, from a Mouse. Tell them Great big Stories, That all your life has passed, And make them stories good enough, May the Children even Laugh. Stories create Immagination, And give color to the soul, And this gift you give your children, Is greater than you will ever know. Dreams are what we reach for, the thoughts of pure Delight, Them stories will bring them Happiness, all their days of life. Midnight Walk In Atlanta, with a friend, We strolled a Midnight walk, I was terribly delayed then, with a little too much talk. A lady of the night, I Met, swinging her Pearly beads, She invited me, to spend a moment if I pleased, I smiled & waved goodbye, as I declined her sweet invite, For a long walk, I must make, as I travel this long night. As I Crossed the street, A man warned me of his wrongs, And Begged, I follow not, his regrets he had so long. From the fog, came a queer fellow, circling all around, I waved that he be gone, he disapeared into the town, A Drunk slithered forward, just thirty-five cents too short, For all that he needed, was to buy that one last quart. Be careful of the midnight, walks taken in strange lands, For places much like this, are safe, not even for a man. And consider it very thoroughly, Before you run away, For this may be your last stop, and could be your last day. I am ugly, I know I are. But I don't mind, Im the guy Behind, It's the guy up front, that takes the Jar. . . . . . . from Lawerence Welk show I am not over weight,. . . I'm just a little under tall, . .If I were six foot tall, I Would be the Right Weight . . . . from Susie Please be patient with me, Under construction If you would like a special poem, written for some one you care about, tell me your story, & I will see what I can do. E-mail at bottom Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Home: Lee's Story Time The Story: The Little Poet The next Story: Growing Up The loving story: The Wild Ponies Story Time 3 Story Time 4 Friends Roadside Edge Mystic Island Field of Flowers Country Boy Junky Old Motorcycle Nicole Biker Dont Stop Daddy Doll & Horse Fairy Angel Baby Ducky Chick Dallas Goes to Heaven Chipmunk Crossing Heaven's Gift Easter Sunday Precious Blessings Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Email: weaser200@aol.com
As I woke, so early this morning, I Felt a little tug, The wash machine is broken, & there's water on the rug. So I get my little bag of tools, to see what I can do, The washer, two burned wires, the a/c, one plugged tube. I wish, that I felt a little younger, & Also times that I had wings. But an hour passed, while working, as I fixed those little things. Its fun to be a grandpa, & I must go to work each day, But when I'm ready, to come home again, It's time to sleep & play. It might be nice, to be in love again, & share them little hugs, But for now I go to the internet, to share my Angel's ^Ä^ Love. Stone & Chisel I was so very tired, & hoped, to sleep not long, Awakened this early morning, Fred Flintsone's Cave was gone, I miss the sound of Dino, when he wanted me to play, But to meet up with the Lion Cat, you really must be brave. Holding stone & Chisel, misspelled writings piled deep, The neighbor said, come over, on computer, you delete. So here I write this story, of the endeavor I was in, And a tearful little trickle, runs down upon my chin. I sit here & just wonder, Life isn't what it seems, Did I just have another, of them crazy, nightly Dreams? Peidmont Park Have you ever been to Woodstock? I Can't say I ever had. But I have been to Peidmont Park, It was surely just as bad. I Stayed three months In Atlanta, And watched the Hippies play, Bands & Singers sang their songs, While the Artists showed displays. Life began late mornings, Until we kissed the Redish, Golden Sunset, And Later, just across the street, All the people met. Mothers carrying babies, Husbands of some were found, I guess drugs were so popular, some guys just weren't around. I wish I could take a moment, To be a teen again, To Stop once more, at Peidment Park, To see my Atlanta friends. Life's Answers Life becomes so difficult, Then I know not what to do, But Each day, I await Tomorrow, Come morning Sun, May Life be better too. I waitied so long to find my love, And found her at twenty three, And come my boys of fun & joy, And I loved them one, two , three. Life was so hard & troubled, The marriage did'nt stand too well, But I must say for twenty three, It was strong, before our marriage fell. But never give up on tomorrow, For each day comes surprise, So Sleep at night, & wish your Dreams, May God answer prayers, come Sunrise. Stories The Stories of the North Begin, Once Upon a time. They Dream of English Castles, And their stories Always Rhyme. You Ain't Gonna Believe This, Begins the Stories of the South, They learned from Davey Crockett, To Create a Lion, from a Mouse. Tell them Great big Stories, That all your life has passed, And make them stories good enough, May the Children even Laugh. Stories create Immagination, And give color to the soul, And this gift you give your children, Is greater than you will ever know. Dreams are what we reach for, the thoughts of pure Delight, Them stories will bring them Happiness, all their days of life. Midnight Walk In Atlanta, with a friend, We strolled a Midnight walk, I was terribly delayed then, with a little too much talk. A lady of the night, I Met, swinging her Pearly beads, She invited me, to spend a moment if I pleased, I smiled & waved goodbye, as I declined her sweet invite, For a long walk, I must make, as I travel this long night. As I Crossed the street, A man warned me of his wrongs, And Begged, I follow not, his regrets he had so long. From the fog, came a queer fellow, circling all around, I waved that he be gone, he disapeared into the town, A Drunk slithered forward, just thirty-five cents too short, For all that he needed, was to buy that one last quart. Be careful of the midnight, walks taken in strange lands, For places much like this, are safe, not even for a man. And consider it very thoroughly, Before you run away, For this may be your last stop, and could be your last day. I am ugly, I know I are. But I don't mind, Im the guy Behind, It's the guy up front, that takes the Jar. . . . . . . from Lawerence Welk show I am not over weight,. . . I'm just a little under tall, . .If I were six foot tall, I Would be the Right Weight . . . . from Susie Please be patient with me, Under construction If you would like a special poem, written for some one you care about, tell me your story, & I will see what I can do. E-mail at bottom Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Home: Lee's Story Time The Story: The Little Poet The next Story: Growing Up The loving story: The Wild Ponies Story Time 3 Story Time 4 Friends Roadside Edge Mystic Island Field of Flowers Country Boy Junky Old Motorcycle Nicole Biker Dont Stop Daddy Doll & Horse Fairy Angel Baby Ducky Chick Dallas Goes to Heaven Chipmunk Crossing Heaven's Gift Easter Sunday Precious Blessings Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Email: weaser200@aol.com
I was so very tired, & hoped, to sleep not long, Awakened this early morning, Fred Flintsone's Cave was gone, I miss the sound of Dino, when he wanted me to play, But to meet up with the Lion Cat, you really must be brave. Holding stone & Chisel, misspelled writings piled deep, The neighbor said, come over, on computer, you delete. So here I write this story, of the endeavor I was in, And a tearful little trickle, runs down upon my chin. I sit here & just wonder, Life isn't what it seems, Did I just have another, of them crazy, nightly Dreams?
Have you ever been to Woodstock? I Can't say I ever had. But I have been to Peidmont Park, It was surely just as bad. I Stayed three months In Atlanta, And watched the Hippies play, Bands & Singers sang their songs, While the Artists showed displays. Life began late mornings, Until we kissed the Redish, Golden Sunset, And Later, just across the street, All the people met. Mothers carrying babies, Husbands of some were found, I guess drugs were so popular, some guys just weren't around. I wish I could take a moment, To be a teen again, To Stop once more, at Peidment Park, To see my Atlanta friends. Life's Answers Life becomes so difficult, Then I know not what to do, But Each day, I await Tomorrow, Come morning Sun, May Life be better too. I waitied so long to find my love, And found her at twenty three, And come my boys of fun & joy, And I loved them one, two , three. Life was so hard & troubled, The marriage did'nt stand too well, But I must say for twenty three, It was strong, before our marriage fell. But never give up on tomorrow, For each day comes surprise, So Sleep at night, & wish your Dreams, May God answer prayers, come Sunrise. Stories The Stories of the North Begin, Once Upon a time. They Dream of English Castles, And their stories Always Rhyme. You Ain't Gonna Believe This, Begins the Stories of the South, They learned from Davey Crockett, To Create a Lion, from a Mouse. Tell them Great big Stories, That all your life has passed, And make them stories good enough, May the Children even Laugh. Stories create Immagination, And give color to the soul, And this gift you give your children, Is greater than you will ever know. Dreams are what we reach for, the thoughts of pure Delight, Them stories will bring them Happiness, all their days of life. Midnight Walk In Atlanta, with a friend, We strolled a Midnight walk, I was terribly delayed then, with a little too much talk. A lady of the night, I Met, swinging her Pearly beads, She invited me, to spend a moment if I pleased, I smiled & waved goodbye, as I declined her sweet invite, For a long walk, I must make, as I travel this long night. As I Crossed the street, A man warned me of his wrongs, And Begged, I follow not, his regrets he had so long. From the fog, came a queer fellow, circling all around, I waved that he be gone, he disapeared into the town, A Drunk slithered forward, just thirty-five cents too short, For all that he needed, was to buy that one last quart. Be careful of the midnight, walks taken in strange lands, For places much like this, are safe, not even for a man. And consider it very thoroughly, Before you run away, For this may be your last stop, and could be your last day. I am ugly, I know I are. But I don't mind, Im the guy Behind, It's the guy up front, that takes the Jar. . . . . . . from Lawerence Welk show I am not over weight,. . . I'm just a little under tall, . .If I were six foot tall, I Would be the Right Weight . . . . from Susie Please be patient with me, Under construction If you would like a special poem, written for some one you care about, tell me your story, & I will see what I can do. E-mail at bottom Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Home: Lee's Story Time The Story: The Little Poet The next Story: Growing Up The loving story: The Wild Ponies Story Time 3 Story Time 4 Friends Roadside Edge Mystic Island Field of Flowers Country Boy Junky Old Motorcycle Nicole Biker Dont Stop Daddy Doll & Horse Fairy Angel Baby Ducky Chick Dallas Goes to Heaven Chipmunk Crossing Heaven's Gift Easter Sunday Precious Blessings Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Email: weaser200@aol.com
Life becomes so difficult, Then I know not what to do, But Each day, I await Tomorrow, Come morning Sun, May Life be better too. I waitied so long to find my love, And found her at twenty three, And come my boys of fun & joy, And I loved them one, two , three. Life was so hard & troubled, The marriage did'nt stand too well, But I must say for twenty three, It was strong, before our marriage fell. But never give up on tomorrow, For each day comes surprise, So Sleep at night, & wish your Dreams, May God answer prayers, come Sunrise. Stories The Stories of the North Begin, Once Upon a time. They Dream of English Castles, And their stories Always Rhyme. You Ain't Gonna Believe This, Begins the Stories of the South, They learned from Davey Crockett, To Create a Lion, from a Mouse. Tell them Great big Stories, That all your life has passed, And make them stories good enough, May the Children even Laugh. Stories create Immagination, And give color to the soul, And this gift you give your children, Is greater than you will ever know. Dreams are what we reach for, the thoughts of pure Delight, Them stories will bring them Happiness, all their days of life. Midnight Walk In Atlanta, with a friend, We strolled a Midnight walk, I was terribly delayed then, with a little too much talk. A lady of the night, I Met, swinging her Pearly beads, She invited me, to spend a moment if I pleased, I smiled & waved goodbye, as I declined her sweet invite, For a long walk, I must make, as I travel this long night. As I Crossed the street, A man warned me of his wrongs, And Begged, I follow not, his regrets he had so long. From the fog, came a queer fellow, circling all around, I waved that he be gone, he disapeared into the town, A Drunk slithered forward, just thirty-five cents too short, For all that he needed, was to buy that one last quart. Be careful of the midnight, walks taken in strange lands, For places much like this, are safe, not even for a man. And consider it very thoroughly, Before you run away, For this may be your last stop, and could be your last day. I am ugly, I know I are. But I don't mind, Im the guy Behind, It's the guy up front, that takes the Jar. . . . . . . from Lawerence Welk show I am not over weight,. . . I'm just a little under tall, . .If I were six foot tall, I Would be the Right Weight . . . . from Susie Please be patient with me, Under construction If you would like a special poem, written for some one you care about, tell me your story, & I will see what I can do. E-mail at bottom Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Home: Lee's Story Time The Story: The Little Poet The next Story: Growing Up The loving story: The Wild Ponies Story Time 3 Story Time 4 Friends Roadside Edge Mystic Island Field of Flowers Country Boy Junky Old Motorcycle Nicole Biker Dont Stop Daddy Doll & Horse Fairy Angel Baby Ducky Chick Dallas Goes to Heaven Chipmunk Crossing Heaven's Gift Easter Sunday Precious Blessings Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Email: weaser200@aol.com
Stories The Stories of the North Begin, Once Upon a time. They Dream of English Castles, And their stories Always Rhyme. You Ain't Gonna Believe This, Begins the Stories of the South, They learned from Davey Crockett, To Create a Lion, from a Mouse. Tell them Great big Stories, That all your life has passed, And make them stories good enough, May the Children even Laugh. Stories create Immagination, And give color to the soul, And this gift you give your children, Is greater than you will ever know. Dreams are what we reach for, the thoughts of pure Delight, Them stories will bring them Happiness, all their days of life. Midnight Walk In Atlanta, with a friend, We strolled a Midnight walk, I was terribly delayed then, with a little too much talk. A lady of the night, I Met, swinging her Pearly beads, She invited me, to spend a moment if I pleased, I smiled & waved goodbye, as I declined her sweet invite, For a long walk, I must make, as I travel this long night. As I Crossed the street, A man warned me of his wrongs, And Begged, I follow not, his regrets he had so long. From the fog, came a queer fellow, circling all around, I waved that he be gone, he disapeared into the town, A Drunk slithered forward, just thirty-five cents too short, For all that he needed, was to buy that one last quart. Be careful of the midnight, walks taken in strange lands, For places much like this, are safe, not even for a man. And consider it very thoroughly, Before you run away, For this may be your last stop, and could be your last day. I am ugly, I know I are. But I don't mind, Im the guy Behind, It's the guy up front, that takes the Jar. . . . . . . from Lawerence Welk show I am not over weight,. . . I'm just a little under tall, . .If I were six foot tall, I Would be the Right Weight . . . . from Susie Please be patient with me, Under construction If you would like a special poem, written for some one you care about, tell me your story, & I will see what I can do. E-mail at bottom Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Home: Lee's Story Time The Story: The Little Poet The next Story: Growing Up The loving story: The Wild Ponies Story Time 3 Story Time 4 Friends Roadside Edge Mystic Island Field of Flowers Country Boy Junky Old Motorcycle Nicole Biker Dont Stop Daddy Doll & Horse Fairy Angel Baby Ducky Chick Dallas Goes to Heaven Chipmunk Crossing Heaven's Gift Easter Sunday Precious Blessings Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Email: weaser200@aol.com
The Stories of the North Begin, Once Upon a time. They Dream of English Castles, And their stories Always Rhyme. You Ain't Gonna Believe This, Begins the Stories of the South, They learned from Davey Crockett, To Create a Lion, from a Mouse. Tell them Great big Stories, That all your life has passed, And make them stories good enough, May the Children even Laugh. Stories create Immagination, And give color to the soul, And this gift you give your children, Is greater than you will ever know. Dreams are what we reach for, the thoughts of pure Delight, Them stories will bring them Happiness, all their days of life. Midnight Walk In Atlanta, with a friend, We strolled a Midnight walk, I was terribly delayed then, with a little too much talk. A lady of the night, I Met, swinging her Pearly beads, She invited me, to spend a moment if I pleased, I smiled & waved goodbye, as I declined her sweet invite, For a long walk, I must make, as I travel this long night. As I Crossed the street, A man warned me of his wrongs, And Begged, I follow not, his regrets he had so long. From the fog, came a queer fellow, circling all around, I waved that he be gone, he disapeared into the town, A Drunk slithered forward, just thirty-five cents too short, For all that he needed, was to buy that one last quart. Be careful of the midnight, walks taken in strange lands, For places much like this, are safe, not even for a man. And consider it very thoroughly, Before you run away, For this may be your last stop, and could be your last day. I am ugly, I know I are. But I don't mind, Im the guy Behind, It's the guy up front, that takes the Jar. . . . . . . from Lawerence Welk show I am not over weight,. . . I'm just a little under tall, . .If I were six foot tall, I Would be the Right Weight . . . . from Susie Please be patient with me, Under construction If you would like a special poem, written for some one you care about, tell me your story, & I will see what I can do. E-mail at bottom Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Home: Lee's Story Time The Story: The Little Poet The next Story: Growing Up The loving story: The Wild Ponies Story Time 3 Story Time 4 Friends Roadside Edge Mystic Island Field of Flowers Country Boy Junky Old Motorcycle Nicole Biker Dont Stop Daddy Doll & Horse Fairy Angel Baby Ducky Chick Dallas Goes to Heaven Chipmunk Crossing Heaven's Gift Easter Sunday Precious Blessings Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Email: weaser200@aol.com
In Atlanta, with a friend, We strolled a Midnight walk, I was terribly delayed then, with a little too much talk. A lady of the night, I Met, swinging her Pearly beads, She invited me, to spend a moment if I pleased, I smiled & waved goodbye, as I declined her sweet invite, For a long walk, I must make, as I travel this long night. As I Crossed the street, A man warned me of his wrongs, And Begged, I follow not, his regrets he had so long. From the fog, came a queer fellow, circling all around, I waved that he be gone, he disapeared into the town, A Drunk slithered forward, just thirty-five cents too short, For all that he needed, was to buy that one last quart. Be careful of the midnight, walks taken in strange lands, For places much like this, are safe, not even for a man. And consider it very thoroughly, Before you run away, For this may be your last stop, and could be your last day. I am ugly, I know I are. But I don't mind, Im the guy Behind, It's the guy up front, that takes the Jar. . . . . . . from Lawerence Welk show I am not over weight,. . . I'm just a little under tall, . .If I were six foot tall, I Would be the Right Weight . . . . from Susie Please be patient with me, Under construction If you would like a special poem, written for some one you care about, tell me your story, & I will see what I can do. E-mail at bottom Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Home: Lee's Story Time The Story: The Little Poet The next Story: Growing Up The loving story: The Wild Ponies Story Time 3 Story Time 4 Friends Roadside Edge Mystic Island Field of Flowers Country Boy Junky Old Motorcycle Nicole Biker Dont Stop Daddy Doll & Horse Fairy Angel Baby Ducky Chick Dallas Goes to Heaven Chipmunk Crossing Heaven's Gift Easter Sunday Precious Blessings Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Email: weaser200@aol.com
