Best Missouri Poems

When I was a little girl, Granddad and I spent many summer evenings together sipping lemonade and swinging back and forth on his vintage metal...

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The smell of the summer night air 
Takes me back to times we shared
You and I dancing beneath the moon
Crickets playing a lovers tune

Trees full...

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He’s never heard one lesson of this class,
but has to get a grade in history.
So he’s shown up at last, sure he will pass
the test...

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In the 1600's, Europeans lived on the eastern shore
Their numbers grew, they wanted more.
Iroquios, Sauk, Ottawa, and Mohawk were tribes they met
Too many and more,...

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Flow mighty rivers, what all have you seen
Rise and fall of empires, string of storied kings
As veins carry blood, you give Earth its life
Carving the...

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(in Branson, Missouri)

I've seen Santa on billboards,
in store windows,
on street-corners, ringing tiny bells.

I've seen Santa on TV,
in sales magazines,
in parades with funny little elves.

I've seen...

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young lovers know that traggic passion blind to failure 
blind to everything that doesnt see them togather.
So in early morning passion just befor light.
they slip...

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I write poetry not to change the world,
but to change the way I feel.
Sometimes it’s just made-up fantasy,
sometimes, something a little more real.

I’m not a...

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Out in the field is a bed of chicory,
down along the ditch, wild hydrangeas grow.
Dandelions in the yard are quite tasty,
so is the duckweed by...

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All Chevy drivers are dangerous; they cannot drive.
I search for a few minutes, finding the Chevy emblem.
Watch stealthily, sure enough he cuts in front of...

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There’s a house out across the creek, 
just an old rundown two-room shack.
Each time I drive out past it now, 
those memories come flooding back.

It’s...

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My Valley

Tucked away in the north-central part of the state, about ten miles or so from where the clear and slow-moving water of the Grand...

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Driving down those dark and dusty country roads. The rocks and rubber are singing in harmony as rows of brown corn flash and disappear. You...

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So no matter how down and alone you are feeling right now, know that it will pass. Each of us will walk through the depths...

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Our family gatherings have always been filled with nostalgic glimpses into a much simpler life. A life shown to us young’uns through the many stories...

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