Poems , Psalms , &
Songs
This is the deeper side
of the river that flows within the Spirit of man . I also have
shadows of dreams and memories . Please ponder the quest and
judge gently , they were private when I wrote them .
Home Away from Home 
There's a bridge across
the creek , they covered with concrete ,where I caught my
crawdads as a boy ;
the fields are filled
with homes , of bricks and cobblestones ,where the grass grew up
as high as I could see ;
Progressed to where a
school , sits on the little pool ,where tadpoles changed to frogs
every year ;
I remember being young ,
and having so much fun ,God bless our Country and me .
When I started school ,
they taught the Golden Rule , We pledged allegiance to the flag ;
God was always known ,
in heart in school and home , we kept His word all week long ;
No one had to much , but
people hugged and touched , glad to help when folks were down ;
It was more than right
to give , and helping people live , God bless our Country and me
.
When ever I go home , I
try to make it known , how wonderful living there has been ;
Although it all has
changed , to me it's still the same , as my heart runs across the
field ;
I still can see it clear
, when no one lived in fear , that little country place I call
home ;
And when they bury me ,
on the stone will be , God bless our Country and me .
ROP c 1997
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( words to song )
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Paint the Town Blues
Looks like I'm falling
in trouble again , looks like I find myself living in sin ,
reached out and touched
an angel and then , find myself falling in trouble again .
Sometimes a lover is
more than a friend , some find living a dream doesn't end ,
feel like the feelings
are to strong to bend , find yourself falling in love with a
friend .
Holding her hand as we
walk along , holding emotions to right to be wrong ,
swept me away before I
was strong , find in her soul is where I belong .
Dream of the future not
using my head , dreams that are blue but the roses are red ,
holding you closer with
nothing else said , to find myself flying where angels have tred
.
ROP c 1997
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