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©_Poems are original and written by the caretaker of Rainbow Cottage.Please do not use without permission.
Thank you.
I love to walk down our country road, Past the pond, with the frog and toad. There's the mama duck, with her babies three, And the honey tree with the buzzing bee. The neighbor's dog has a big new bone, And the fluffy squirrel a giant pine cone. I see some mounds made by the mole, And soon I'll be by the swimming hole. The wild flowers are blooming all around, And a new nest of robins, I have found. How nice the smell of the new mown hay, What a wonderful walk I'm having today. Who do I see by the road ahead, Looking so cheerful, all dressed in red? What a surprise, it's you I see!! With a picnic basket waiting for me. Now my walk will be much more fun, I have my best friend and the shining sun, To share the things that we will see, Will mean so much more to me. We continue our walk on down the road, To a sunny meadow with flowers of gold. We pick some flowers until we have a bunch, And sit under a tree to eat our lunch. We watch the birds fly over head, And we feed the chipmunk a piece of bread. So much to see and share with a friend, I wish this great day would never end. |
My skin is wrinkled and my hair is gray, But we know from the Bible, it won't always be this way. In the future, we don't know just when, There'll be many changes and we'll grow young again. No more pills and hearing aid, No short memories that easily fade. No need for those glasses that help us to see, And free from aches and pains we will ever be. When we look in a mirror how pleased we'll be, For a happy young face is what we'll see. But now I'm very tired so I'll put down my pen, And look forward to the time when I'll be young again. |
There was this lady who was thin and pale, She came each day to deliver the mail. She told us that her name was Rose, She forgot her long johns and almost froze. We invited her in to thaw her out, And later she left to finish her route. Quite often now Rose comes to visit me, We sit and chat and drink our tea. |
When he landed on his bottom, he would slide. One day he went too far, And landed on the edge of a jar. And a kid, with a lid, --oh-- Poor Clyde. |
We planted the apple trees in a nice neat row, With plenty of room to grow and grow. The limbs now reach up to the sky, We never dreamed they'd grow so high. We climb the ladder with much delight, Then we pick an apple and take a bite. It is sweet and juicy, the very best, We'll keep a few and share the rest. We thank Jehovah for these beautiful trees, He made the sun and rain and honey bees. Without these things, there never could be, Those wonderful apples for you and me. |
He's one of the early signs of spring, This tall and stately yellow thing. He has a trumpet, but makes no sound, And he has a bed that's in the ground. He has a name that's meant to be, Only for those of royalty. No, his name's not Bob or Jim or Bill, It's King Alfred, the beautiful daffodil. |
As a child time goes by so very, very slow, You have plenty of time to learn and to grow, But when you're older and tired and getting gray, It seems there's only one hour in each and every day. I looked under the cushion and behind the big brown chair, But my missing time just wasn't there. It's not in the closet in the empty shoe box, And not in the garden under the pile of rocks. There are so many things I want to see and do, Oh, please, Mr. Time I really need you. Just once it would be nice to be able to say: "What do you know, I had time for everything today!" But do not worry and do not fret, "Cause at a time Jehovah has set, There'll be plenty of time for you and me, For we will have eternity. |
As I walk into the shop to see what I can see, A dozen drooling salesladies are descending on me. One runs up and quickly says: "I'm here to help you, my name is Inez." "Here's something gorgeous in a lovely blue," "Can't you see, it's just made for you?" I see a wrinkly red thing with a matching hat, But even Columbo's raincoat looks better than that. I like the color of the dress in rose, So what if the neckline goes down to my toes? Inez just loves me in the skimpy green, And the shocking pink shirt and Calvin Klein jean. I can't wear the denim with the lace and pearl, After all I'm not exactly a young teenage girl. All These things are really not me, Oh, please Inez, just let me be. I just wish Inez would go away, And let me shop in my very own way. I really know what I'm looking for, I simply can't find it in this store. I've looked through rack after rack, And the things from the shelf are in a big stack. The pretty purple dress is what I would choose, But then I'd have to buy a new purse and shoes. Inez is beginning to look a little upset, Probably because I haven't found one thing yet. But who cares what she may think, I really look awful in that shade of pink. I guess today is my usual kind of shopping fling, Where I look and look and can't find a thing. I don't want the blue, the green or the wrinkly red, I think I'll go home and make something instead. |
Wait until you hear this shocking story,
Why only yesterday, as I was told,
Her gorgeous outfit is all over the ground,
She has no shame and she has no pride, |
©_Poems are original and written by the caretaker of Rainbow Cottage.Please do not use without permission.
Thank you.
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