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Just An Old Boat

            One Saturday afternoon last summer, I was walking around the small lake behind the RV Park where I stayed during the week. My work then took me out of town most weeks and my travel trailer gave me a sense of home while I was not with Sherry and our little old dog, Dockers. I was there on a weekend, because Sherry and I had come over to take care of some business in College Station. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Drive

This one of the poems I wrote for Sherry in the early days of our life together. I wrote many poems back then, as we drove to here or there, sightseeing or traveling somewhere to visit others, or whatever. She actually wrote them down as I spoke them. We haven’t done that for many years. It was a special time. Read the rest of this entry »

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Get Your Ducks In A Row!

Here’s another poem I’ve posted before, but I know some of you probably missed it, too. It’sone of those silly things that just popped into my head when I heard the title phrase said. We’ve all been there, and done this, in one way or another. I hope you get a chuckle out of it Read the rest of this entry »

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Where No One Lives

I’ve posted this poem before, but I know some of you probably missed it. I wrote it after Sherry and I stopped to look at one of those old abandoned houses you see every now and then on the backroads, and even the highways, of Texas. Looking at the neglected, decaying house, I could see in the various fixtures the lives of those who had lived there…. Read the rest of this entry »

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Just an Old Boat

            One Saturday afternoon last summer, I was walking around the small lake behind the RV Park where I stayed during the week. My work then took me out of town most weeks and my travel trailer gave me a sense of home while I was not with Sherry and our little old dog, Dockers.

            I hadn’t gone far when I came upon an old boat. Read the rest of this entry »

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