if only i could have just pulled it up it may have worked
it didnt quite happen that way but we hope it wpould
did it work did it try out was it hired on fire termnate
if only we knew and if i may say poetry will stay won't go away
it's hear to say:
on sight under
beneath
it wont be heard
sad on the way
a whole bunch of fun
i go i come
it had no way of knowing
that the heard
was fenced
sad alone knowing
cope with pain
having fun
having a good time
a time line that of
Smiley Burnette
Oh the suffering that I see, a tiny dusty dirt floor room
These poor children of Haiti never seeing a flower bloom
Standing in a food line the poorest Nation 90 miles away
While I rest in bed doing just fine thinking yeah, but not today
So looking through the T.V. guide nothing really catches my eye
And my own curiosity I couldn't hide, because maybe I would try
So many of them big and small as the line is as far as one can see
How could we ever feed them all and after all, I mean, it's only me
Some children wearing a school uniform they seemed to be the happiest
But I knew that this is not my norm and that I must really be blessed
And then this number came on the screen to send one more child to school
And what that one act would mean, and well, I just thought that was really cool
After I did it I never felt better just thinking of their smiling face
Then two weeks later I got a letter and then I truly felt God's Grace
Be it Haiti or your next door neighbor give something to someone today
For the true fruits of your labor only come from the seeds that you lay
Dedicated to Bobby and Sherry Burnette
Love A Child
When there’s just too much news
That has more wrongs than right—
I watch those old westerns
In good old black and white.
I’ll watch that Rocky Lane
Or that Johnny Mack Brown—
Tim McCoy or Buck Jones—
Ones that once were around.
Ken Maynard and Kermit—
The ones that we forgot—
They come alive on film;
Show us all what we’re not.
They’ll never come again
In daylight or the night—
They ride on in our minds
In good old black and white.
There’s still Fuzzy St. John
And big Smiley Burnette—
On scratchy cellulose
That we’ll never forget.
Lash, Dean, Steele and Wakely,
Still grace that silvered screen—
Roy, Gene and old Hoppy
Were the best that we’d seen.
And where have they all gone?
Gabby Hayes, Andy Clyde?
Yes, we can still see them,
Even though they have died.
Yes, when the world’s too much
And we can see no light—
I watch those old westerns
In good old black and white.
i sit all alone
in a cave
its all dark in here
no light so i cant play
i watch the kids
run and play
get into fights when they got no game
some kids ar small and blonde
others are tall and burnette
guys and girls
smalland tall
all these kids having fun
while im stuck in here
inside a cave
a guy walks by
he's really cute
got brown hair and sparkling blue eyes
got a really cute smile
boy did i fall for him!
everyday he walks by my cave
while i stare at him
lost with everything around me
he finally sees me
you waved and smiled
then you left
and never returned again
i vanished the next day
He was a sidekick even before they thought of such things,
Put there to add humor after the singing cowboy sings.
But he could sing, too, and often sang a funny ditty,
Yet his was one fine voice and he sure sang those songs pretty.
He had him a deep, full voice that could range both high or low,
And the way that he could whistle would move and stir your soul.
Sometimes he was Frog Millhouse – to us just Smiley Burnette—
There ain’t been no one that’s come along that’s been like him yet.
He’d been the friend of Gene, of Roy and the Durango Kid—
He always was the best at just what it was that he did.
It seems in his life, humor and joy were his main function;
Making movies and ending up on Petticoat Junction.
In life’s short trip we hold tight and try not to have regret—
Do what we love and do our best like that Smiley Burnette.
We touch the world with sadness, then bring it back to laughter;
Thanks Smiley, for showing the way – that’s all we’re really after.