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Tell the moon, universe and
the seas, that beyond every
cloud my love waits for me…
Cross the streams and rivers
below for my love awaits
for me…
There is no mystery, that
I hold my love for him so
dear…
Whether it be night with the
starry sky, or day with the
sun so bright…
For beyond all those clouds,
my love awaits me…
By Sandra L. Hoban
©2005
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I did speak with them, seemed very confused.
Apparently from what I have been told,
the cancer has gotten worse, and has
began invading the rest of the body…
The hospice nurse doesn’t,
think they will be with us much longer…
They don’t know where they are living, can't
remember me seeing them recently, can't
remember me talking with them yesterday...
I know that this is very depressing news,
and if it weren't for friends and family,
I would be going crazy…
For it is hard to lose a loved one,
whether it be family or friend…
Since we don't know, when that fateful day
will happen, we can only take it one day at a time,
I only hope and pray that they won't suffer, I would
rather see them be in a coma, and not have
the pain and suffering…
I know that sounds harsh, however,
I don't want them to suffer, I want them
to go in there sleep….
By Sandra L. Hoban
©2007
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Witches and warlocks gather around,
will give you a list of poisons abound…
Arsenic, Hemlock, Belladonna you know…
Add to your list, these below;
Purple Foxglove; Black Hellebore;
Deadly Nightshade; Strychnine Tree;
Stavesacre; Jimsonweed; Yew;
Calabar Bean; Aconite; Clematis;
Cocculus Indicus and to many
more to mention…
You will find truth serum, sulfur
elixir, embalming fluid, spider venom,
snake venom too…
Toxic gases are a must, to mix
with this dastardly stuff…
How else will you be able to
whip up this nasty brew…
Wishing you a rocking Halloween!
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2009
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My great, great, Uncle who fought in the
Spanish-American War, although this was
long before my time I was proud, my hero…
As told to me, he was in the Battle
of Manila, he lost his life on March 30, 1899
in this Battle…
Sending all the bodies of the heroes who
fell on the Manila battlefield were brought
to their respective homes…
The boy who gave his life for his
country in the Spanish and Philippine
Wars, arrived in Osceola Monday
at 10:45 a.m. for burial near his
family home…
War is a terrible thing, but freedom
Is not free and it is a must!
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2012
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I was a boy not quit seventeen,
I enlisted when I was sixteen…
Wanting to serve my country…
I had no family it was just
my sister and me…
My mother had died, when
I was very young, new family
adopted me…
My sister was also adopted,
by another family…
As you can see, it was just
my sister and me…
It wasn’t long before my adopted
family, first my new father died
then my new mother, followed him…
She missed him so much, for
she had a broken heart,
that wouldn’t mend …
I went to war as a little boy,
came home a man…
As you see I was just sixteen…
The time was at “Chaute Thierry”,
doing world war one…
As a young man I thought we won…
Standing behind a cannon as
it was fired, shell casing discharging
from the breach, sent hot shrapnel
and pain into my foot…
Sent me to hospital where I
laid in pain, until they treated me,
sent me home, with crippled foot,
shrapnel of imbedded in my foot,
as well as the pain in my foot…
I’ve never been able NOT to work,
even though I have shrapnel
in my foot, walk with a limp, and
have pain in my foot everyday…
Now you can see, that it didn’t
keep me from work…
Though I was wounded during
war, no purple heart was given
this boy a young soldier…
Wasn’t until my son wrote our
Congressman, explaining what had
happen, and what hadn’t been done…
Took over fifty years, but I got my
purple heart, thanks to my son for
what he done…
I would have gone to my grave,
for I wouldn’t have said anything,
as I hadn’t for years, for I thought it
was their job, to recognize what I
had done…
My family was proud, of what I’d
done, but I feel, that they were more
proud of me now…
Only told my story a few times,
mostly to a few close friends, and my
children, for it was part of history…
Now you know my story, the young
soldier, just boy…
By Sandra L. Hoban
©2006
This poem was written and dedicated to my father who served as an infantry soldier during World War I. This is also dedicated to all those who have served our country and was wounded or lost there life while serving, not just World War I but all wars, conflicts and military police actions.
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We often hear America the
Beautiful being played
somewhere…
The Bald Eagle is the national
symbol of the United States…
There are many monuments
and memorials that play tribute
to many, Vietnam, World
War II, Korean, Tomb of the
Unknown Soldier, Iwo Jima,
Franklin and Theodore Roosevelt
and so many more…
There is Mount Rushmore,
Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln,
Pentagon Memorials…
We also have a National Flower
that one being the Rose!
Memorial Day and every day
remember all those Monuments,
Memorials and there meanings,
never forget all those who
have given there life for
our Country…
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2010
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One says that a Unicorn
is a mythical creature,
one horn in the middle
of it’s his head…
Unicorns are said to be
a very gentle creature…
Were they “Fantasy or Real”?
Cultures have stories from
China, Scotland, Greece and
many more places you see…
Coats of the Unicorn have been
said to be of many colors,
from dark-brown, very black,
silver and pure white…
Do you believe in Unicorns?
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2009
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Sound scissors make,
each time they are
opened and closed…
Snipping out and ad
or clipping the hair…
Snip, snip, clip, clip…
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2007
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Sword of King Arthur…
Oh, how I wish that I
where able to remove
Excalibur from the stone…
That I was strong enough
and pure of heart…
I could slew dragons and
keep the peace…
If only I had Excalibur!
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2010
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Ah, the dress that has been
around for a very long time…
Although, every woman has one…
You never know when you need it,
but it’s always there, hanging in the
closet when that time comes around…
A string of pearls around the neck,
and you are ready for anything…
Thank you Coco Chanel for the
timeless “Little Black Dress”…
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2012
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