Raindrops and Rivers

By Carrie E. Joslin

Rain drops started falling
     Slowly here and there;
I didn't think much rain would fall
     Because the skies were fair.

Only just a few gray clouds
     I could see them from my door;
But as they came together
     I could hear the thunder roar.

Raindrops then fell faster
     I could hear them overhead;
For all the world like little feet
     Scampering off to bed.

My island home was drenched
     With rain drops sweet and clean;
And streams of water running
     To the rivers could be seen.

The rivers, I think were jealous
     For each one wanted most;
So they gathered in the rain drops
     And then began to boast.

They quarreled with each other
     You should have seen them roar.
I watched them toss and tumble
     Going past my cottage door.

But, when they came together
     I was happy as could be;
For they joined their hands like children
     And laughed and danced with glee.

©circa 1946 Carrie Joslin

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Fireball

 By Walt Perryman

When I was five, my dad decided he would make a cowboy out of me.
He bought me the wildest, meanest, Shetland stud horse, you ever did see.

Fireball was this horse’s name,
Trying to kill me was his game.

He would throw me and I would crash into the ground, but I can recall,
There were times, that a cactus or mesquite would help break my fall.

Many times he would stop bucking and run off for parts unknown.
Sometimes, I would go with him if I had not already been thrown.

Many times, I would lay on the ground and want to give up the battle,
But my dad would pick me up and put me back in the saddle.

When saddling up, he would bite me but sometimes I would just stay put.
Not because I wanted to, but because he was usually standing on my foot.

We had to sell Fireball after a couple of years,
When Dad told me, I broke down in tears.

Dad said, "Do not cry son, you be a big boy".
But what Dad did not know, those were tears of joy!

I truly believe selling Fireball changed this cowboy’s fate,
I do not think old Fireball planned on me to make it to eight.

I remember it like it was yesterday and it was over 70 years ago!
I can’t make this up, this is a true story that I wanted you to know.

© 1984 Walt Perryman

This picture is not me, but could be!!!!

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Don't Talk Down To Me

 By Bud Lemire

Don't talk down to me
You don't know everything, you see
You think you're better than everyone
You're really not, when the day is done

So I can't spell, my grammar needs work
Step down from your soap box, you jerk
If you were smart, you'd certainly know
To not correct everyone, wherever you go

It's a good way, to get friends mad at you
They're friends, it's something you shouldn't do
I know, you feel you are doing something right
Leading them, into a more knowledgeable light

Maybe their light, shines elsewhere
A place unknown, and it's there
They may shine, at something else they do
It may be something, that you never knew

So hold yourself back
Please don't attack
There are things you can not see
So, please, don't talk down to me

©Jan 5, 2023 Bud Lemire

                    Author Note:

because of their grammar or spelling or
something else. Maybe there is another
reason for why they spelled it that way.
Whatever the case, trying to correct them
only makes them feel more animosity towards
you. Let it go! Be a better person, and ignore.

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Cedar Waxwings

 By John I. Blair

A drunken, rowdy bunch,
Bellies full of berries,
They roister through the hollies,
Piping high, swooping low,
Lightening my gray day.

Each year I yearn to see
That waxwings are here,
A breath of northern air
Spilled south to freshen up
This stagnant Texas town;

And when they do arrive,
All gold and green and gay,
They help restore my hope
That yet another wintertime
Can be survived.

©2002 John I. Blair

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Living In A Covid World

 

By Bud Lemire

We're living in a Covid world,
We should be living on the moon
But even if we lived there,
Covid would get to us soon.

The New Variant is now going around,
It might even get to you.
And it is wherever people are found,
Just in case you never knew.

Just when you thought it was over and done,
Comes a variant newly born.
To add to all with even more Covid fun,
That's why I blow my horn.

Some may have the same symptoms, as someone you know
Ignorant people won't think they have it, it just goes to show
They say that everyone, will have their turn
To experience this new Covid, maybe some will learn

No matter where you are, no matter where you go
Covid will arrive there, and put on a sickening show
Oh yes, Covid will get you, it's going to get you soon
We're living in a Covid world, we should be living on the moon

©Feb 26, 2023 Bud Lemire

                       Author Note:

The new variant has reached where we live, and people are
getting it now. As I said, some still won't believe there is
such a thing, while others will know they have it. Listen
to your Doctors and Medical staff, many of them know.
Let it run its course, rest, and follow what your Doctor
tells you. Hopefully, it won't last long. I wish you well.
I hope it's not too hard on you, and you come out of this
feeling much better.

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