Scan Mode
The pickup radio was in scan mode
Traveling over a rural highway
Words from the speaker flowed
'Jesus said to him, I am the way...'
Couldn't stop the scan quick enough
It went to the end of Highway to Hell
Thinking an eternity in hell would be rough
I wondered what else Jesus had to tell
Up ahead was a small church on a hill
Looks like some people are going in
Maybe I should stop, I think I will
I'm tired of the way I love to sin
When I got there everyone was inside
It reminded me of one I went to once as a child
A man at the door said 'hello' and I replied
'Welcome' he said as he shook my hand and smiled
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My Vanilla Life
Working on the fine art of aging
Soon to be at the half-century mark
Concluding that my vanilla life is still engaging
Ordinary-yes, yet compared to others, quite stark
I came to be when JFK was speaking of 'Ask not...'
New hopes, broadened horizons, and higher learning
Skip ahead to a time when those ideas are passe' and forgot
Food stamps, free phones, and US embassies are burning
In my youth and innocence, I traveled to the Republic of Korea
Also, Alaska, Haiti, Dominican Republic, and Japan
They warn you to be careful what you eat or you'll get diarrhea
Not a bad biography for this former enlisted man
Every young American should visit a third-world nation
Thankful for what you have and amazed at what you see
Hunger, disease, poverty, corruption, and overpopulation
No hope for the poor nor freedoms for the political detainee
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September Twenty-Two
‘Twas a beautiful early autumn day on September twenty-two
You worked at Master Brand Cabinets and I took a vacation day
I was tired, didn’t sleep very well and had much running to do
How would this day would turn out, good or bad? Who could say?
My poem was manipulated, molded, and committed to written word
What to do, what to do? So, I talked your sister into going with me
Discussing the time, seems that earlier rather than later was preferred
I told her I needed her counsel, input, and opinion, I wanted her to see
I told them you were a hard-working country girl with a big heart
Would my choice be good enough or would you want an upgrade?
The setting had to be low, classy, and rugged so it wouldn’t come apart
So with much hemming and hawing my final selection was made
When you got home, you cooked me eggs, biscuits, and fried ham
We ate; you then cleaned up, washed up my plate, fork, and cup
The night before I had gotten in late from visiting Jake and Sam
We decided to sit outside and digest the meal that you whipped up
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