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Oma Bennett Poem
Though parted now by time and space
We'll meet again in our secret place
Where no one knows but just we two
now I go there alone and wait for you
The yearning loneliness tugs at my soul
until we are one again I cannot be whole
My love,my sweet love how long will it be
til I kiss your lips and you're here with me
Memories of your love still on my mind
I see only your face to all else I am blind
I look up to the heavens and I silently pray
send my love to me and please don't delay
Then I hear you whisper and I turn to see
you're here beside me and forever will be
Copyright © Oma Bennett | Year Posted 2006
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Oma Bennett Poem
The rose bud is small and the smell is so sweet
And no other flower in the garden quite so unique
When the petals unfold it makes a beautiful rose
and the fragrance of that flower fills the air
Take the thorns from that beautiful rose
and the beauty can no longer to be found
When the morning dew falls softly on the rose
it's like a tear on a woman's face when she cries
And when a woman's pride is taken away
like the rose her beauty is faded and gone
So never make a woman cry and men be very aware
her beauty may be hidden but the thorn is still there
Copyright © Oma Bennett | Year Posted 2007
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The dog seen a rabbit and how he did chase
to catch that little critter and boy what a race
But one thing that rabbit knew as he ran away
he was not going to be lunch for that dog today
Around the tree and into the bushes he went
the dog was right after that little rabbit's scent
the dog was so busy that he never did see
that big old hornet nest way up in the tree
running and barking and making a sound
made all the hornets start buzzing around
They all made a dive and together they flew
when they hit the dog he knew he was through
He made up his mind right there and then
he would never go chasing that rabbit again
Copyright © Oma Bennett | Year Posted 2007
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Today I saw a bird in flight and began to wonder why
God made us to walk on earth and made the bird to fly
Then I began to think way back when I was just a kid
I often dreamed of flying then some time I think I did
I still can see me flying high while looking down below
oh' the dream it was so neat I wish it had been so
God had a plan for man and what he wanted him to be
it wasn't flying through the air or swimming in the sea
But now as I think back on this I see God's perfect plan
he never meant for beast or foul to take the place of man
Yes he made the birds to fly and made the beast to roam
but man he made to rule them all and walk the road alone
Then God saw that it was wrong not to give the man a mate
so he took a rib from Adam's side and women he did make
God put them in a garden there and took great care of them
now I think you know the rest what separated them from him
But God still had a plan for man and sent him Jesus Christ
and now we have to pray to him to forgive us of our past
now I still dream of flying high and know some day I can
when Jesus Christ will take us home forever to be with him
Copyright © Oma Bennett | Year Posted 2006
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I sit on my deck on this lazy afternoon
watching the sun move slowly to the west
The leaves are dancing on the oak tree out back
from a breeze gently blowing from the south
A sparrow is hopping from post to post
on the old fence down by the road
A little squirrel playing and running around
to the top of the tree and down to the ground
then I hear a whistle from a distant train
And the rhythm is like music to my ears
I think to myself what wonderful way
to spend a beautiful lazy afternoon
Copyright © Oma Bennett | Year Posted 2008
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We are such a blessed people and our heavenly
father loves us so much that he spoils us
And I think because of this we take him for granted
We go to church and listen to enough of God's word
to save the world over many times and the Holy Spirit
will bless us until we can hardly stand it
We tell the Lord that we will do what he wants us to do
and go where he want's us to go
and we have great intentions of doing just that
but when we leave our bench and the place where we sit
We leave those great intentions and blessings there
and forget the promises we made to him
No wonder we love to go back and sit on the same bench
and same place every time because we can pick up those
same intentions and blessings and not feel so guilty
Our Heavenly Father is our best friend and when we tell him
that we will obey him then no matter what we have to do
we need to do just that lets match his love
Matthew 21: 28-31
Copyright © Oma Bennett | Year Posted 2007
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Go for a walk stop in the park
sit on a bench think for awhile
take your time look around
see all the things you've missed
Be very quiet and notice the sound
of a passing car or a distant train
children playing the bark of a dog
the birds singing in harmony
Take a look at a flower
see the color and shape
say a prayer thank the Lord
for the things you see and hear
Listen to the music
Copyright © Oma Bennett | Year Posted 2007
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As I grew up there was a man that every body knew
he was every body's family we all called him uncle too
I don't know from which side of our family that he came
but I knew that he was kin Uncle Sam was his name
He was on posters every where and everyone knew his face
then one day he just went away I guess to some other place
I never heard of him passing away or leaving the country or such
no one talks of him any more I guess we don't miss him so much
Now I look in the post office the grocery and every where else in town
can anyone tell me or do you know what happened to our uncle Sam
Copyright © Oma Bennett | Year Posted 2006
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In a meadow by the stream there stood a big oak tree
and now I think of all the things that tree has meant to me
The old tire swing hung from a limb was put up by our dad
and all day long us kids would play and oh' what fun we had
In the shade of that old tree whose limbs are now bent low
is where I met my one true love so many years ago
Was where I got my very first kiss under that old tree
and that old oak stood right there smiling down at me
We are all grown up now but how we loved that old tree
a place of refuge for us all a place where we were free
We all went back the other day to see just one more time
that beautiful tall old oak tree for ever etched in our mind
Copyright © Oma Bennett | Year Posted 2006
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There stands an old bridge just west of town
now the iron is all rusted and worn and brown
People traveling will always get their kicks
when crossing that bridge on old route 66
People in Bethany love that bridge still
and just driving over it is still a great thrill
Visit Bethany and then drive west of town
pass that old bridge and then turn around
Then look for a while and just get your kicks
and drive across that old bridge on route 66
Copyright © Oma Bennett | Year Posted 2007
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