Wednesday, April 23, 2014

"The Tinder Box"

                   A Tinder Box

 "Once upon a time,"
So each story begins 
Of when the world was 
Filled with magic sublime.

Anything could happen 
In that wondrous day,
Hans Christian Andersen 
Wrote many a fable

And we have them still
To read and share.
Have you ever read
"The Tinder Box" ?

I did, so many years ago,
And it catches the imagination
Of children every where
To dream of such things

That never exist except
In Fairy Tales,
And, Oh, how it captured
Mine in days of yore  

I've ne'er forgotten,
Such magic and tales,
Which I'd gladly share 
With you, with your kind attention.

It can be found at your
Local library in his collection
Of Fairy Tales. Don't hesitate
To check it out and enjoy

The confection he created 
For every girl and boy
To feast upon and fire up
Their flames of imagination.


Tuesday, April 22, 2014

The Sounds of Silence

                  The Sounds of Silence

I heard the sounds of silence 
In my lonely room,
"Wait!" you cry in amazement,
"That cannot be since 

Silence doesn't make a sound.
It is quiet and makes no noise."

I can hear the beating of my heart
Inside my ears, as blood rushes
Through, proclaiming my fears,
If only you could hear,

Then you would know 
How it overpowers me so; 

This sound of fear and silence.



Monday, April 21, 2014



When my sibs and I were young,
We lived near the railroad tracks,
Always hearing the clickety-clacks
Of trains passing by and during days

We'd run down the street to watch
The flying by of a new Diesel powered engine,
Called The Streamliner with the steamless
Motor,  watching, thrilled beyond reason

To be seeing how fast it went
With never a hint
Of slowing down as it
Rounded curves with no intent

To stop until the engineer desired.
We'd stand there with mouths agog.
Hoping, wishing to catch sight
Of someone waving to us in the light

From a passenger car.
Alas. we waved in vain.
Until we could  hear no more
The long blast on its horn

As it blew for the crossing down the line.
Do you remember the days of the passenger
Train, passing through villages and towns,
When times were simpler all around?

I do!

Saturday, April 19, 2014



While casting about for a subject
Beginning with the letter "Q",
I was beginning to think, "O, Heck,
I'll not be able to save my neck."

When my eyes cast about, searching,
Hunting, then gazed upon the table
Next to my sewing machine I use
Most days in endless labor and I saw,

My latest labor in which I endeavor 
To complete the quilt I am working on.
One in a week or less; I make a new one,
Working from dawn to setting sun. 

Of quilts I've made quite a few,
And given away to those people I knew.
It gives me a great amount of pleasure, 
Sharing with family and friends.

Trusting they will receive and treasure,
The gifts I put together with love,
With fabric and batting of cotton.
When I am long gone, I trust they'll

Look upon these quilts with their name 
And mine upon the label,
Then hold the quilt in their embrace,
Remembering me with love and grace.


One of the many quilts I've done for babies. 

Friday, April 18, 2014



Our lives are filled with patterns
In every place we see many repeat
Designs if only we look for them.

They shout it in our faces.
"Look at me: don't you see my beauty,
And my lines of stylish grace?"

When we make a piece of clothing.
The fabric has patterns of its own,
Copied from designs found in nature.

"Nature?" you may inquire as you gaze
At me. "Of course!, Don't be amazed
At my reply. Just look about you and 

You'll see how God created each 
And every pattern that man has
Copied from flower and rock,

The skies and all you see.
Just observe - the pyramids and
The mountain peaks are great 

Examples whereof I speak,
The whirlpool of concentric circles,
Becomes for us the simple toy

We call the Slinky -  and here's the kick!
The spear man invented, it's just a sharp
Rock on the end of a stick. 

The crocheted doily - nah, just a flower
Copied called Queen Anne's Lace,
The trifold hat of the French -

Just copied from the Trefoil Flower
Designs created by The Almighty who
In the beginning, created world and everything

In it, including flowers, birds, beasts and men.
Don't forget and look around you, friend,
Search for designs, here, forever, Amen!"

Thursday, April 17, 2014



It has been said of Jim, quite often,
Because of his truculent, stubborn determination 
Although it causes endless vexation
Of others, he displays a natural born orneriness. 

"Why, I do declare," states Jim's Mama in despair
"I don't know where he got it from!
His daddy is so patient and kind,
And never seems to mind

Agreeing to what or how stuff is done.
But not our Jim! He never will agree
To what's proposed, cause when he
Gets somethin' in his mind

Not even dynamite could change his aim,
His mind is as firmly set as the Rock 
Of Gibraltar: it couldn't be more firmly fixed,
Than that ornery idea of his.

That's just the way it is,
In that stubborn heart of his.
One thing I know, however,
Is that for the one he chooses to love,

It will be forever!"
That's exactly what she said, 
When asked about his turn of mind.
Now ask me and I will say,
"I'm so happy he found me,
And since it's just my Jim and me,
Now he's not by half so ornery.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

No One

               No One

In a world filled with sin and hate,
Mixed in with love and caring,
Sometimes we see some intimidate
And push others around - 

Yet mostly we just say, "Tsk, tsk"
And click the tongue as if to say,
"How sad," then like mere observers
Wind up looking the other way.

Does no one really see,
Are we all so unaware,
So that when we see big bullies,
On other nations encroach,

Across the borders and take over,
We send emissaries to say,
"No, no! You can't do that,"
Then watch it taking place,

Because we are afraid to 
Stand and defend as once we did.
Now prefer we to ask for weak
Diplomacy, just look the other way.

Where do we learn such cowardice?
Is it learned or is it taught?
"Just mind your own business,
Keep your fingers out of it."

When children in the schoolyard,
Are circled round about and watch
Some one get pummeled hard,
Mothers warn, "Just you keep out of it,

If you see someone get hit and pushed,
 I don't want you gettin' hurt!
You don't need to be involved,
In such a bloody rout. Stay out of it!'

Ah yes, does No One care,
Longer than just a glance,
Then look the other way.
In this world with bullies and hate

Today? No One?