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Lynn Glover Poem
The Old Oak Tree
For thirty-three years she’s been standing there,
With all her majestic beauty, without a care.
From a tiny seedling I had planted her,
The years rolled by swiftly, like a blur.
The decision was made, she must come down,
The old oak tree looked stately wearing her crown.
The tree surgeon, Jesse, came by that day,
Chain saw in hand, he didn’t come to play.
As each limb was sawed off, I felt the pain,
I stood helplessly as my big oak was slain.
Finally she stood cold, undressed and bare,
I felt so ashamed for my part in this affair.
I saw the surgeon cutting low on her trunk,
Then she began to sway like somebody drunk.
Finally, exhausted, she did a curtsy and fell,
A small tear came in my eye as I bid her farewell.
©2010 Lynn B. Glover
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When I am Gone
When I am gone, I won’t be far away,
You can see me in the wind or the clouds on a rainy day.
You can see me in the sunshine,
As its rays shine down on you,
Look closely you can see me in the rainbow,
It has many colors of hue.
While sitting on the patio in the morning light,
You can see me in the flowers,
As they awaken from a sleepy night.
You can hear me as the birds sing,
As they fly with food toward their nest.
You can see me in the robin with his colorful red breast.
You can see me in the landscape, in the sea and in the air,
If you turn around and look toward Heaven,
You will also see me there.
From the whispering grass I’ll tell you,
That I am as happy as can be,
The only thing missing is the life time I shared with thee.
©2012 Lynn B Glover
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A Trip Down Memory Lane
Let’s take a walk down memory lane,
Let’s go to the fifties to share those days once again.
Go to the Triangle Restaurant with your steady date,
To see all your friends cruising and staying out late.
Ride very slowly through our small town,
The twenty-five cent gas never let you down.
A cherry coke we drank with two straws,
We cruised, played our music, never worried about the laws.
Let’s go back to those good old days,
There were ball games, parties, and class plays.
The music we played never got old,
The juke box blared out those songs of gold.
We went to the drive in movie on Saturday night,
As teens our money was always very tight.
Our friends would hide in the trunk of the cars,
Then emerge and sit with us under the stars.
I want to go back to those days of yesteryear,
Where we lived among friends without fear.
To stop and have a soda at the local drug store,
Yes, it is possible for us to dream once more.
© Lynn B. Glover 2011
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The Old Red Barn
The old red barn sits down by the river,
The tin roof glistens just like silver.
For many years it has been standing tall,
An old ad about Burma Shave is still seen on the wall.
I remember the fields where we brought in hay,
We had to harvest it without delay.
The old red barn would guard the yield,
Just like the knight got protection from his shield.
The harvest of the corn was next on the list,
We shucked the corn and made it ready for the grist.
The old red barn received the corn meal right away,
Just like a girl receiving her first bouquet.
The old red barn is still in its place,
There is no corn, nor hay, not even a trace.
The people are gone that once made it thrive,
In your minds-eye they were like bees in a hive.
The old red barn has closed its door,
No one comes to visit any more.
I look back as I walk away,
The old red barn seemed to be weeping that day.
©2008 Lynn B Glover
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The Big Race
I qualified for the big race in May; my odds to win were long,
They knew I couldn’t win, but I had to run strong.
By lap fifty, I’ve moved up to position ten,
It’s a very long race, but I still felt I could win.
I’m about out of gas, so it’s time to stop,
Quickly down pit row, to get every last drop.
A sip of water, only thirteen seconds in the pit,
I came back on the track, knowing I could win it.
I’m at lap 200 and have a good position,
This race has become a war of attrition.
Next up is number 88; I’ll take him in the turn,
Getting pass Jr. is something I’ll have to earn.
He throttles down, now we’re nose to nose,
I fly by on the inside as this battle really grows.
Into third place at the half way point,
I was so excited, I could feel it in every joint.
We all have to make a stop, so I head back to pit row,
A tremendous five car pile up has made the going slow.
We are under a caution flag as we circle this oval track,
This is an excellent time for me to get water and a little snack.
Gordon in the 24 car is next in line,
I must take him and Edwards in his 99.
At the 550 lap, I pass Gordon at last,
Then I got word from my crew, “You’re low on gas.”
At the 560 lap, Edwards is still the car to beat,
I told my crew “I can win this race, hang on to your seat.”
I came up behind Edwards and went high on the right,
When I came out the other side; I was number one, what a sight.
I drove like a madman the rest of the race,
The crew was calling me their number one ace.
Then I woke up and I really wondered,
Did I just win the Coca Cola 600?
©2008 Lynn B Glover
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A New Football Season
Fall football season has finally come upon us,
It’s time for wives across the nation to raise a fuss.
This usually happens once each year,
From the beginning of the season, ‘til the last cheer.
No one knows what makes them hate this game,
Maybe it’s the gender that we should blame.
An easy chair, a coke and turn on the set,
An exciting football game is as good as it can get.
All the wives are on a shopping spree,
When they come home there will be an afternoon tea.
We want to patronize them any way we can,
This way they have fallen into our game plan.
We try very hard to keep them satisfied,
But they’re out to spoil our game, they won’t be denied.
No more game today, I sit out in the yard with my T.V.,
I look over and see my clothes are right beside me.
She tossed me out just as easy as pie,
I never knew that she could be so spry.
Now the season is over, it’s come to an end,
She allowed me to come home so I could begin to mend.
©2010 Lynn B. Glover
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Gone Fishing
I know of nothing that can happen badly,
When a man goes fishing with a wee laddie.
The poles they carry along with the bait,
Says, ‘Gone fishing early and staying late.’
When a man goes fishing with a small boy,
The lad is as happy as playing with a new toy.
We would sit on the bank and bait our hooks,
We have forgotten work, and school and books.
As we sat there alone on the bank,
Our minds seem to gradually go blank.
However, the excitement is about to begin,
A nibble and the lad will fight to the end.
At times it seems this fish would win,
The lad fights back and looks at me with a grin.
“Don’t give up the fight,” I shout,
I looked over at the lad and he had caught a huge trout.
The grin has now turned into a large smile,
This smile won’t go away for a long, long while.
“Look!” he said, “At what I did.”
I said “That’s a huge fish you caught today, kid.”
There’s one thing that I’m sure,
The lad out fished me with his lure,
Someone asked him, “Where have you been?”
He answered “I have been fishing, and I want to go again.”
©2010 Lynn B. Glover
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Ava Elise
She came to us in the middle of the night,
I noticed the moonless sky had turned very bright.
Don’t ask why or ask me to explain,
I only know before, there was darkness and rain.
She seemed so radiant as I held her that day,
Looking at her tiny face, I silently began to pray.
“Lord, bless this little baby I hold in my hands,
Fill her life with love, according to your plans.”
“Father, bless her parents as they guide her through life,
Give them the wisdom to take away all her strife.
Lord, we remember when you were away in a manger,
We know you were surrounded with encompassing danger.”
“I ask the father to guide her on a similar trip,
Gird her up tight, Lord; please don’t allow her to slip.
For her Mom and Dad I also ask for your love,
Send down tons of it, from your mansion up above.”
© Lynn B. Glover
I wrote this poem to honor the birth of my granddaughter, she is now 4 years old and is smarter than I am. How do I know? She recently told me so. I love her dearly.
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Daybreak on the Farm
The Rhode Island Red rooster crows from the fence near by,
The day is breaking in the far eastern sky.
His cock-a-doodle-doo is meant to wake up the farm,
He doesn’t use much grace and very little charm.
He has spent many years doing his thing,
His crows seem to be louder in the early spring.
With his flock of hens he struts during the day,
Anxiously he puts his big red cone on display.
We carry our water from the spring down below,
Returning home, up hill, the going was slow.
Most homes get their water from a spring or a well,
There is no fresher or purer water that you could smell.
We usually caught rain water in a number two tin tub,
This water was used for the dirty clothes we would scrub.
We would hang them out on a line to dry,
Our dryer was furnished by the sun in the sky.
Life on the farm was usually good,
Until that old rooster crowed from the fence where he stood.
Sometime I threw my shoe at that old rooster,
If I could only hit him, it would be a morale booster.
I remember we jumped from the barn roof above,
With Mama’s good sheets we wanted to fly like a dove.
Like Superman we flew, but like a rock straight to the ground,
Splat was usually our only sound.
We had no broken bones, but we were plenty sore,
The very next day we came back for more.
Finally Mama caught us with her torn up sheets,
We knew then we would all have hot seats.
©2008 Lynn B Glover
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Don’t Mourn for Me
When I am gone, don’t mourn for me,
Just look around, I’m in everything you see.
I’ll be in the dew that comes during the night,
You’ll find me in each snow flake that comes with the light.
You know me, for I’ll be heaven bound,
But just look and you’ll see me all around.
You can see me in the gentle morning breeze,
Or see me in the songbird perched high in the trees.
Look on our deck; see the roses growing there,
You will find me in the aroma of the early morning air.
You can see me in the moon beam that comes from the sky,
You can see me as the birds begin to fly.
Look toward the sea, as it glistens in the sun,
You can see me in the fisherman as he starts his run.
God made all these things for us to see,
That is why I’ll be in them, because I know He made me.
©2012 Lynn B Glover
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