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David Brown Poem
The most perfect gift I ever received
Was very real and not perceived
It was given me so long ago
I feel honored it was bestowed
It did not come with a bow or wrap
It had no buttons, ties or snaps.
It had no box no tape nor tag
It did not come in a Santa bag.
It was not placed beneath our tree
Though it was received with glee
It was not hung in my Christmas stocking
It does keep coming without stopping
The gift you see was of family
The twelve of us including me
My parents teaching us of togetherness
That would bring lifelong happiness
That our true gifts were in each other
With all my sisters and my brothers.
For whatever material things we gather
They in the long run do not matter.
Your family is your perfect gift
The passage of time is much too swift
So look not underneath your tree
But in your heart and you will see!
David Brown
12/6/13
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David Brown Poem
Last year I wrote of a Red Sox team
The fans did not exactly scream
They could not swing, field or hit
Last place was theirs, that was it.
But John Henry said ENOUGH of that
I will not let this team go splat
So he fired a guy named Bobby V
And From The Jays did Farrell bring.
He traded away the vaunted three guys
To Gonzo, Beckett and Crawford bye bye!
He said the losing days are through
Saved a quarter billion dollars too.
The off season came on us soon
He got Napoli, Dempster and Victorino too.
Though no one gave the team a chance
The season came and they took off fast.
They started winning many games
And found themselves in first place.
In the dust they left yanks, birds and jays.
Kept winning through the summer days.
Now the season is poised to end
The team is looking great again
From worst to first, oh what a season
Team spirit and drive is the reason.
The playoffs loom, the team looks ready
Hitting and pitching very steady.
Fresh off a recent Yankees sweep.
This team looks like it can't be beat
To Fenway do the playoffs come
They'll take on all comers, everyone
For when all the opponents have been beaten
We'll win the Series, Oh what a season!!
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Another team has made the grade
because champions are made
An unknown team in a Fenway glade
Was where these champions were made
Brought together by many trades
Is how these champions were made
They did mesh this strange brigade
Now this champion team is made
The bearded men would not be swayed
Determined champion team was made
The season long, they would not fade
The stuff of which champions are made
Strength and skill both on display
Showed how champions were made
Season won team on parade
This champion team was made
In 2014 begins a new crusade
A new Red Sox team champion made!
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David Brown Poem
I m reminded of a simpler time
When televisions were black and white
and Messages were written down
IM was used as a pronoun
When a website was where a spider lived
And a byte was what a dog would give
The net was something to play volleyball
And a cell had padded walls.
A mouse pad was a rodents house
and phishing meant you were catching trout.
A boot was something that you wore outside
and an old car was your hard drive.
Hardware meant a hammer place
Memory was your brain's domain
Software was something named Tupper
And Spam was what you had for supper.
Windows were things that let the air come in
and only hospitals had operating systems.
Program was something on your old tv
And no one had anything named a pc
Yes these days many things have changed
But one thing remains the same
When our kids begin to get older
These words will be gone and then they'll start over!
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As I look outside I see,
the setting sun behind the trees
This summer day is ending now
The season too will soon be gone.
Summer days again have passed
But the memories will last
Until again the solstice comes
And brings with it the summer sun.
Till then we can but look back upon
The great times under that sun
Swimming, boating picnics too
baseball, burgers and hot dogs too
The boys of summer are going home
The stadiums seem all alone
No more swimming at the lake
Lifeguards get to take a break
No more volleyball at the beach
chasing volleys out of reach.
Sand castles have been blown down
no footprints in the sand are found
Ice cream stands have been shut down
not a single cone to be found.
Carnivals once open nightly
All their lights shining brightly
They too have gone out of sight
leaving just a cold dark night
The scent of popcorn wafts in the air
Not a kernel hiding anywhere.
Yes summer it is surely gone
On comes Autumn full and strong
Leaves are turning on the trees
Till they fall and are knee deep.
Followed up with winter's fury
Snowy days and backs are hurting
icy build ups everywhere
Santa's visit coming near
Makes me long for warmer days
basking in those sunlit rays.
So I will sleep ... no hibernate
See you at the end of May!
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David Brown Poem
Absent Friends
Time it has passed and the years have gone by
We all lived our lives, our best we have tried.
In success and in failure we were all once together
We always thought it would all last forever.
To those we have lost we offer these lines
To wonderful memories, wonderful times
We shall not forget the times that we shared
The richness you brought us, the way that you cared
In our thoughts you remain, dear memories clung to
You are all part of us and we part of you
We grew up together, we shall not forget
Your friendship we treasured, fond feelings are kept
There is no one of us who without you could have been
Were it not for the fact that you were our friends
You did in some way make us who we became
Because had we not met you, we would not be the same
So as you look down from your place up on high
Laugh with us please and share the good times
Hold a space open for us, very near you we pray
Let’s celebrate a full class reunion in Heaven someday.
Dear absent friends, to you we pay homage
No tears will we shed, secure in the knowledge
That you would not want us to feel sad or feel blue
But to all stand together, like you were here with us too
For without our friends, none of us can feel whole
Without first being sure your stories are told
We honor you friends and know you are with us
Remember we will, remember we must!
Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2011
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Long ago, in days of old
I remember winter snow
Fluffy or heavy coming down
in every single New England town.
Seems like it was ten feet deep
Icy fingers and cold feet.
School got further away
dependent on how much snow that day.
Building snowmen in the yard
Hitching rides on passing cars.
Playing outside till darkness came
arriving earlier every day.
The moonlight brought a colored hue
more fallen snow to shovel through.
Cups of cocoa warming inside
hats and gloves on lines to dry.
Snowball fights in the neighborhood
Sliding down those hills was good.
On your little bright red saucer
before the slush turned it to water.
Waking up each day to the radio,
Schools closing due to snow
Was the news that we longed to hear
Sure made our sadness disappear!
Yes, how we miss those winter days
when our only purpose was to play
But now that I have grown up
About an inch of snow is just enough!
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David Brown Poem
Apple Pickin Time
The air is cool
Wind is swift
smell makes me drool
of apple crisp.
The trees are heavy
full of ripe fruit
or apple betty
warm and good
Apple pies everywhere
cooling on sills up high
wafting aroma in the air
other smells need not apply
Cider flowing in my cup
fresh from nearby mills
just one way is not enough
heating chases chills
Eating apples out of hand
A true joy sublime
Macintosh and Cortland
It's apple pickin time.
This time of year beckons
to all near and far
our culinary weapons
Apples are the star
So not to be forgotten
with heavy heart sublime
Ignorance is not an option
It's apple pickin time
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Today was his special day
Till just a year ago he was taken away
Only God knows the reason he called him home
Leaving all of us missing him so.
My brother Ray was a special young man
Who anyone who knew him could call him friend.
His harsh demeanor was bristling and gruff
You always knew how he felt, when he'd had enough.
He'd let you know with his big booming voice
To hear it once more would be such a joy.
He loved his family, his coworkers his friends
They knew his loyalty was good to the end.
For no fair weather friend could he ever be called
If he loved you and cared he could not be swayed at all
For his love and his loyalty were always true
He wore his feelings on his sleeves and he'd share them with you.
He had a huge and jocular laugh, infectious too.
If you laughed with him, he'd laugh with you
For no one alive had a better sense of humour
Made us all honored to call him our favorite brother.
Now as the sun sets down gloriously this day.
We know it's because of a brother named Ray.
He lives up in Heaven as he did here with us.
Shining his smile upon us and all of his love.
Wrapping us all in his big arms to his chest
He is telling us all to keep doing our best.
To keep making him proud in our thoughts and deeds
And he will see us all when in Heaven we meet.
Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2012
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The Red Flops
Its baseball time in Boston Town
Sure hope the team won t let us down
Gonzales, Papi and Bobby V.
Will surely a pennant bring.
But oh no the season came
And all our players came up lame.
Bailey never threw a pitch
Followed soon by Youkilis
On the Disabled List went Jacoby
So they brought in a guy named Cody
needed another infield arm
So they looked down to the farm.
No Paw Sox were ready yet
Especially not Inglesias
so they traded and got Avilla
Started as a home run killer
Faded quick tho he didn t last
So Cody picked up the slack
Dustin fielded like an all star
His bats power well not so far.
Papi now can hit to right
High average and his home run might
But poor Alex can t hit his weight
All his hits stay inside the gates.
Still no Carl in center field
really good 147 million dollar deal.
No more Tek behind the plate
A guy named Salty can t hit his weight.
Beckett, Lester and Bucholtz
Our starting pitching aces trio.
Have ERA's of almost seventeen
My mother could outpitch those three.
Three cheers to the new guy Middlebrooks
Home run power, decent looks
Marlyn Byrd was a former Padre
Has hit a few and earned his way.
Still the season is very young
only 26 games are gone
Sox only 7.5 games out.
Still time to bring the team around.
Lets hope the Sox ownership team
Wants to count wins and not pennies
Bring the team talent that they need
To win one more Beantown World Series.
Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2012
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