Not much going on today.
I wrote some poems about sons and daughter..............it's just practice..........
Emily
my little pink tulip
so sweet and pure.
standing tall in the spring sunshine.
simple elegance.
unaware of your beauty
and the joy you bring to my heart.
Danny
bumble bee, bumble bee
a busy little bumble bee.
fly here and there for all to see.
up and down, and in between,
a playful little bumble bee.
furry, cute, smart as can be,
a lovable little, bitty bee.
oh can you see, I hope you see,
how much i love you,
my bumble bee.
Eric
fuzzy little caterpillar,
my first born love.
I hold you in my hand to keep you warm and safe,
until you grow the wings you'll need, so you can fly away.
oh why must little caterpillars grow those wings and fly,
the very thought, that very thought, oh how
it makes me cry.
then I watch you spread your wings as they begin to grow,
such a beautiful sight to see,
how was I to know?
then much to my surprise, one day you fly away.
I know you have your life to live,
I wish you could have stayed.
7 comments:
Yeah, Friday, I returned to Monkeyville only to see that the world hasn't improved any.
It's okay, I'm returning to the boondocks next week.
I love it when you express yourself like that. Thanks for sharing.
thanks, Odie......sweet of you to say....
sounds fun, Billy!
This is wonderful blog. I love it.
great blog If you are the type to update your blog regulary, then you have gained one daily reader in me today. keep up the super work.
Poems, I wrote one about six years ago.
Come, stand with me, by the sea.
Hold my hand and be as me.
Be one, as we.
Be we, as one.
Come, stand with me, by the sea.
I've gotten over it, I can't get along with these modern chicks.
you crack me up, billy!
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