There once was a man from Yatesville
He might as well been from Batesville
Valentine's Day
At home didn't stay
In love, totally had no skill
An Arkansas Traveler
All our troubles we wanted to unravel
Did travel on Arkansas road of gravel
Would have to hear a humming sound
Even though no other car was around.
Were astound by site of countryside
Forever there we both want to abide
Hearing sounds of horses and a cow
Where we wanted to live some how.
Like Arkansas there is no other place
People happy with smiles on each face
Part of what God had planned for them
In prayers every night they thank Him.
Dream came true and we now know why
Those in Arkansas live until they die,
And so many cemeteries can be found
Where birds sing with a sweet sound.
Just ordered a grave stone for Jill's mother.
They will not be able to install it until
after six months or so. People are dying
to get in and once they do they do not
want to leave. My wife Jill and her whole
side of the family were all born in the
Batesville, Arkansas area.
Jim Horn
Have Returned from Trip
Have returned from trip
Into savings had to dip
To buy a grave stone
Will make grave stone
That is for my wife's mother.
who they had buried.
Batesville, Arkansas
At New Hope Cemetery.
Beside her mother.
Last one related
To Jill in this area;
No one left living.
After Hearing Latest News.
Seems to have occurred
Protrusion of exclusion;
Worst we ever heard.
Trump lies and then he
excludes himself from
each lie. Guess that once
you are President you can
do anything you want to.
Jim Horn
.
My Mother In Law Just Did Die
Lee McCarroll Webster died around
One AM today. We were just notified
b the Batesville, Arkansas care home
near the Whitewater River. God had
allowed us to see her one last time.
Dementia and old age took their toll.
She did not recognize us. Also, just
read Poem of the Day by Liam McDaid
after I wrote this.
Closer and closer to God did grow and grow
Died and was with Him short time ago
We had been told by a telephone call
She know receives sympathy from us all.
What is last memory we remember of her?
Was love she had for us that is for sure
Later visit made which was well planned
And for last time she squeezed my hand.
So in heaven is where she happens to be
Where she is waiting for you and me
And it is on God who we always relied
Will save place for us after we died.
James Mysterious Serious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Jim Horn
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