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Growing Up Down South

Growing Up Down South

The southern town where I grew up was just like all the rest.

Where cousins played and moms dismayed and dads knew what was best.

Where you were sometimes badgered for the color of your skin.

But no one could remember why it all began.

My school was once a residence. The bus ride took an hour.

The teachers always made us mind. They had parental given power.

My food was cooked by mom or dad, whoever was at home.

But we all sat down together. We had an eight party phone.

I always had a dog or two. We lived between towns.

People would drive out half the way to drop their puppies down.

We had a single bathroom, but there never was a line.

There were however disagreements during evening TV time.

I played outside most every day and fought in many battles.

I hunted snakes deep in the woods hoping for a rattle.

The woods had squirrel and rabbit that tasted great to me.

In summer we ran trot lines, a nighttime river mystery.

On Friday I would go help at my grandparents' store.

A little work and lots of fun with candy and ice cream galore.

Memories are all I have left, but I do not dismay.

For if you have a family, you make precious memories every day.

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Footprints In Carbon

The village was nestled on the coast by itself, as if God had put it there all alone, on a shelf.

The residents were isolated just like the town, and universally uninformed from the top on down.

It was no longer a lavish seaside resort, gone were the badminton and racquetball courts.

It was a mere shell of its former glory and wonder, as if a great storm had come and tore it asunder.

And in the village an old man remembered when he was a boy,

how he played with wooden sticks, Lincoln logs, tinker toys.

Then came toys made of plastic so shiny and new.

There were so many you could tear one up, and replace it with two.

And that was just the tip of an iceberg of stuff

that has grown bigger and bigger cause it's never enough.

When the little boy grew up he bought his first car

that could outrun the men who wore the tin stars.

He was hooked on the speed and the style and the flash.

What a bargain he thought to get so much for so little cash.

Back then very few cared if cars damaged the planet;

they were fast, looked good and were a great chick magnet!

Soon the young man got married and in the blink of an eye,

the grandkids have him thinking about that uneven sky.

The one that lets too many sun's rays come in.

the one that has worn the polar ice sheets too thin

The one that won't let him leave this earth as he found it,

with food and water for all and God's halo around it.

Now he worries and frets, what can one person do,

that could make any difference in this environmental snafu?

Then a light bulb came on in his troubled mind.

I will get the ball rolling and lots of people will follow and find,

that the earth is too fragile to treat just any old way,

then maybe, just maybe the whole village will make everyday Earth Day.

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God's Broken Prize

her hands worn and wrinkled for someone so young

looking down at the pages of bills

her eyes bore the everyday pain and frustration 

from the hope that poverty kills.

scrubbing floors in the summer at the local high school

stocking shelves at wal mart weekends

feeling the love of Jesus all around 

from her circle of newfound friends.

together they climb that daily mountain 

no longer so jagged and steep

she smiles when her head hits the pillow at night

praying to God their souls to keep

her children smile too for they sense mama's hope

and they see the new happiness in her eyes

while her friends gather round their new angel

bearing witness to God's broken prize

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Ashes To Springtime

when life has reached that great crossroad 

between death and merely dying

when the next step is just not worth it

and you are really tired of trying

there is only one answer for this final end of station

the real life ashes to ashes found only in cremation.

it is a simple process that returns you to your roots.

it offers not exoneration but only simple truth.

so when your life is ending and you realize you are toast

put it in your will today to return in next springs compost.

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The Ditchdigger's Wife

The ditch digger's wife had it hard every day
But she seldom complained, don't you see.
For although it was hell scrubbing other people's floors
Her life had a certain consistency.

The banker's wife had it just as hard
Her stomach stayed tied up in knots.
With choosing the décor for the party
And the pool boy who gave her the hots.

Then one day the ditch digger came home from work
and gave his sweet wife a single rose.
she smiled as she smelled its fragrant bouquet
then went back to washing the clothes.

The banker's wife might never know
the power in that single rose
Or the love from which it was given
And how that special love grows.

For she was much too busy
Having fake fun with fake friends
Trying to forget her childhood
this ditch digger's daughter, the end.

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A Solitary Voice

I heard a hoot owl calling in the silence of the night.

And soon he found another to hoot with in the moonlight.

It is easy in the silence to hear the solitary voices.

But not so easy in the din of the day when there are so many choices.

Do we fault a precious friend his difference or take heed to what they say?

Whether just a little to the left or right or as much as night and day?

It matter's not if you are Christian, Hindu Muslim Jew or none of the above.

You can always hear the solitary voice if you listen first with love.

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God Came Down To Babel

God Came Down to Babel

Building a tower to the moon
All singing the same selfish tune.
Not seeing what is the matter
Staying together choosing not to scatter
Greedy and faithless they chose to a man
To decide on their own and not follow God's plan.
So when you decide that you know what is best
That your dollar is worth more than all of the rest
That loving yourself is plenty enough
That God and your neighbor are just so much stuff
Think where would we be what would we find
If we were all still in one town of one narrow mind.
There would be no joy there would be no merriment
It would have been the end to God's little experiment

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Invisible Boundries

invisible boundaries in the ground
places where you shall not cross
dealing with love lost and found
humankind cares not the cost.

going where we should not go
for our own pleasure seek.
helps us not to learn and grow
just more pain day to day week to week.