June/July 2003
PATRIOTISM
Patriotism was like a withering plant,
Just hanging on, almost defiant.
The evil tragedy of 9/11 struck a blow.......GO!
Juliette Lively Dickey is the resident poet for the Ocala Ladies Weekend
and has been published in several magazines and newspapers.
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DESTINY
- What could be more precious than four boys?
A sweet baby girl to bring love and joys.
Then one by one along came three girls more
That took away some of the joy and glow.
That baby grew to be a quiet little child
Who obeyed her parents and the rules they applied.
Kept to herself and spoke only when spoken to
She learned how to be Mama's helper for sure.
Growing up chubby freckled redheaded in her teens
Studying hard reading books and dreaming dreams
Of a knight in shining armor don't you see?
In real life a hard working carpenter was he.
A good wife homemaker and mother of five
Not so quiet now but happy and Oh so alive.
Morals truth and etiquette she did teach
With patience and love trying not to preach.
Now all five children are grown
With little ones all their own
Teaching them manners truth and morals strong
Though not the same as Mom's still not wrong.
Relishing the visits from them one and all
Cherishing the quiet time in between a call,
Glad of a diversion or time for meditation
Still looking toward tomorrow with anticipation.
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EVERLASTING JOY
Joy comes softly in the morning
As day begins its dawning
God loves and is always nigh
He lives and reigns on High.
Joy comes with knowledge of God
As we live daily by His Word.
With faithfulness our sins we cease.
We gain patience, kindness and peace.
The joy we find in the Glory of God,
is filled with happiness and love,
An inner peace that holds us secure,
For God's Word forever is true.
Joy found within one's own heart,
Is everlasting and solid as a rock.
It's something no other can take away.
Sharing Joy multiplies it more each day. |
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UNCLE SOCKS
- Once there was a man who always dressed down
He wore clothes made for the rag man or clown
While he worked in his garden and cane fields,
He was never one to worry about appearances.
One day when he stopped to take a rest,
He pulled off his shoes, his socks were a mess,
Toes covered with mud cause his socks had holes,
This didn't bother him as his shoes had soles.
Aghast was the newst member of his family,
Who couldn't understand why we let him be,
To wear his rags and wanted to buy him socks,
To keep his feet clean and warm when feeding stock.
Then one day he ran into him in the town,
Now he neither looked ragged or like a clown,
But was spanking clean and neatly dressed,
For he was wearing his Sunday best.
So from that day to this,
He was known for his un-dress,
And was called "Uncle Socks"
Lovingly and without any "Knocks"
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BLUE JEANS
Can you imagine a world without Blue Jeans?
Where shorts or skorts were never seen.
When ladies wore dresses down below their knees
And children didn't speak without saying Please.
Our noon meal was dinner - not lunch
We live in the country - don't get to town much.
Yet it is a happy and peaceful time,
Especially the summer when school bells don't chime.
We love to read sitting under Joyce Kilmer's 'Trees'
Enjoy the soft balmy summer breeze.
Dream of Edgar Allen Poe's beautiful 'Annabel Lee',
Wonder what it is like across the sea.
Disaster stole up on us out of the blue,
Our fun times became obscure
The Japs struck with all their might,
Bombing Pearl Harbor at night.
Enlisting at once were all the farm men,
Our country they were ready to defend.
Women and children were put to the test,
Taking care of a farm and a crop to harvest.
Cotton to be picked, weighed and taken to the gin,
For help we had one old man and his women.
Mama gave us our brothers pants to wear,
Gathered at the waist to hold them there.
We left, giggling and singing, eager to start,
We'd show those guys who thought they were so smart.
Long before noon we were tired and lagging,
Down each row - our cotton sacks dragging.
With joy we watch our first hundred pounds weigh in,
Counting the money we would have to spend.
We can hardly wait to get to town as a team,
Anxious to buy a pair of 'right' fitting Blue Jeans.
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