Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.
Enter Title (Not Required)
Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It's sometimes interesting what you learn about someone you thought you knew quite well when you visit with their family members, or their other, much better friends, particularly at that person's funeral! Remember Ezra Whitney…from Decatur, Alabama…the old black man that made his livin’ breedin’ jacks and mares? Well…Tuesday mornin’ Maynard Bixby’s mule done passed away…an’ like most folk around these parts who can’t afford no spares, He rode on out to Ezra’s place to buy hisself a new one. But when he got there, Maynard learned -- there weren’t no one around. Says he knocked a dozen times, hollerin’ all the while, and fin’ly figured out that he was nowhere to be found! Walkin’ toward the breedin’ barn, he spotted Ezra’s stallion saddled up an’ standin’ ‘bout a quarter mile away. Well…no one leaves a saddled horse to wander off like that…an’ -- figurin’ Ezra knew that even good ones tend to stray -- Maynard mounted up and rode to where the stud was grazin’…and when he reached him, leaned on out to stroke the horse’s head. That’s when he discovered why his horse --like most ‘ll do -- despite he could’ve headed home -- had stayed right there instead. Lyin’ close, in knee-high grass, was Ezra’s tired old body! Maynard said there weren’t no signs of what you’d call…“foul play” - So he laid him o’er the stallion’s back…led him to the cabin…then carried him in an’ found his friend a fittin’ place to lay. Pretty darn sure he had no kin, he quickly checked the livestock, then mounted up and raced like hell from Ezra’s back to town. First he filled the Marshall in…sharin’ his opinion: ‘It looked as though ‘twas God hisself who’d put old Ezra down.’ Next he run to the undertaker, tellin’ him the way to Ezra’s place and precisely where the body had been left, An’ last he run to the preacher’s place to give him ample chance to get in touch with the one or two he thought would be bereft. Well, what Maynard didn’t realize was…down there in Decatur…Ezra’d beenthe source for mules for nigh on thirty years… So he was pret’ near side hisself when - come next Sunday mornin’ - the whole damn church was filled clear up with people sheddin’ tears! Turned out, ‘fore his sight went bad, Ezra was a doctor, and Maynard - havin’ lived there only seven years at best - Weren’t aware of all the folks he’d helped -- and lives he’d saved -- an’ account o’ that, o’ course, he weren’t broke up like most the rest. The town folk passed the hat to buy a big ol’ chunk o’ marble, an’ had the guy who cuts the rocks incise upon his stone, “Here lies Ezra Whitney…always honest…always kind…and the absolutely finest man Decatur’s ever known.” Well…the lesson Maynard learned, I s’pose, is -- folks ‘ll often fool ya’ -- and now and then surprises are exposed when people die. Ya’ think ya’ know ‘em inside out…but - even if they’re fam’ly - ya’ sometimes never learn the truth until they say goodbye! PS: I've now got 4 new Audio-CDs - @ 4 1/2 hours each = (62 diversely varied pieces). They’re listed on EBAY - under - “Mark Stellinga Poetry” - or available by simply contacting me at -- mark@writerofbooks.com -- should those of you who enjoy listening to poems as well as reading them - and particularly those of you that travel - care to be so entertained. (We use safe and simple - PayPal) Cheers, Mark
Enter Author Name (Not Required)