Grinnell Poems - Poems about Grinnell

...Mankind for lest they stand alone by the lake, hand bereft of anything - but a stick, thin line between fishing; and standing idle - looking ignorant. Hook line and sinker, reel it in. Grin......

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...My old class room may I always remember the memories you gave me so many years ago. How could I forget you Miss Johnson my 3rd grade teacher, the teacher I ever had, who made me believe in mysel......

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...Monroe hotel so much history you had, many people stepped of the Rock Island Line, and paid you a visit for over 80 years. My uncle Jim had his barber shop there for many years. I had my first j......

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...While living on East Street in Grinnell Iowa, there was this pasture across from our fence, that had cows and a bull. They were owned by this farmer, who we thought was Hitler, at the time there......

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...Many years ago walking down railroad tracks with my old dog shep. We always passed by this old hole next to tracks that laid over a little bed of water. One day shep got to close, and slid down......

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...My memories of this dear old town will always be with me, until day I die. Small town life will do that to you. This little town rests in the great State of Iowa, where I spent the first ......

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...Memories of a small town lays heavy on my heart of a day so long ago. As a boy would go to grandma's house and talk with her for hours. Sometimes for Sunday dinners or breakfast, she was s......

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...Went back to the hills of my dear home today saw the old folks in their kindly way. Buried beneath soil so deep these dear folks of mine. Just now reading tombstones, names they had so fine.......

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...Sunday diner at grandma's was a delight to be remembered. On her table this very day, was fried chicken, that she had killed that very morning. Mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans with b......

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...The days of my youth is over, but I have stored my memories in a memory box. Today I opened the box, so carefully and looked inside, there at the kitchen table, sat my dear grandma having h......

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...So many years ago in days of my youth, as I was walking down the street uptown. Saw a sign which read baby chicks, only 1 penny each, what a deal that was I said to my self so ......

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