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Victoria Scott-Johnson Poem
Why do they do this
Why must they leave
Do they need love
Wearing their heart out on their sleeve
I can't understand
I can't process it right
Do they need love
Seeing their life not so bright
We should ask more questions
We should get more involved
Do they need love
This can all be resolved
Please go to that person
Please go do it right now
Do they need love
Just go help them somehow
12-16-22, Friday, 7:04 am
Copyright © Victoria Scott-Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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Victoria Scott-Johnson Poem
I stood and watched them
One by one by one
Working ever so lovingly
Until all the work was done
There were parents and adults
Kids of all ages too
All this was for
In memory of you-know-who
They were washing headstones
Using shaving cream, to clean
There were so many of them
And even more in between
Others were raking leaves
Some were cutting brush
There were people everywhere
But, no one was in a rush
Some were planting flowers
Together in several rows
There were wheelbarrows
Tractors and even track hoes
They were laying bricks
And also walking about
But, the hardest thing was
Brennan, we were without
He wasn't there in person
He listened to God's call
His Eagle Scout project completed
In spirit, he saw it all
Copyright © Victoria Scott-Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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Summer days
Just thinking of you
Just being alone
Not being blue
Going swimming
In a small lake
Thinking of love
Trying to bake
Watching the sun
Come up and go down
Signing my name
Wearing a gown
Calling my friends
Talking for hours
Making funny faces
Taking hot showers
Looking pretty
To go somewhere
Making strange noises
Letting down my hair
So, these I have loved
And will never forget
The games of love
The people I've met
Copyright © Victoria Scott-Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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Be my Irish rose today
In my heart where shamrocks play
Where St. Patrick used to roam
Come with me, you have a home
Walk with me where life's serene
Is a song of Irish green
Down beside the Irish shore
Dwell with me at Heaven's door
Drink a toast to Irish bliss
Where the leprechauns may kiss
Dance and shout, the world's at play
On this great St. Patrick's day
Copyright © Victoria Scott-Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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Victoria Scott-Johnson Poem
Getting ready for a wedding
It's the hardest thing to do
One minute you're feeling happy
The next, you're all unglued
The wedding cake, the flowers
You're trying to find the best
In all the uproar and excitement
You've forgotten your favorite guest
The tuxes and the dresses
What color will they be
The depression of choosing
But, the decision is up to me
The guest book, announcements and
Finding the right address
To having a nice wedding
You will want God to bless
So, yes, I'm not ready
To have this special day
So, make sure you think of me
Whenever you begin to pray
Copyright © Victoria Scott-Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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Victoria Scott-Johnson Poem
I used to work all night
And I slept all day
Sometimes I even
Forgot to pray
I liked my job
It was plain to see
I liked to work
With the elderly
They made me feel good
Even in a mess
It was a nice warm feeling
I hope God will bless
The patients with love
To give and to share
I can tell the people
That it's me...I care
So if you're near
And you need a friend
Go to a nursing home
It's a friend 'til the end
Copyright © Victoria Scott-Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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Today is like a rainbow
With it's many colors combine
The way it dances across a cloud
As if somehow, trying to rhyme
There is the color blue
That reminds me of the sky
Because God is looking down
With a sparkle in His eye
The color green to me
Is the color that is brand new
Like a babe that's just been born
Love, He brings to me and you
Yellow is the color
Of the sun all a glow
Like our faith should be forever
With our hearts to over flow
So, you see there is a reason
That God created light
To warm our every wish complete
We are perfect in God's sight
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Victoria Scott-Johnson Poem
So full of life
With a cute little grin
Every girls dream
Each heart he could win
Riding bikes around
And playing with his dog
He would take him out
For a short little jog
When he was at school
He would talk about cars
He would think about planets
And how to count stars
Boy Scouts was a passion
His LIFE badge he earned
Now that is not something
That is easily learned
His life was cut short
But his memory will stay
Embossed in our hearts
Forever, day after day
So, let us remember
His laughter, his love
His jokes and his pranks
As he watches above
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Love is like a breeze
It comes and it goes
It's like a plant
You talk to it...it grows
Love is like the rain
Sometimes you fall down
But if you listen to God
You wont feel like a clown
Love is like the Spring
The blossoms start to bloom
It's like finding a house
With just enough room
Love is like a story
It should never end
That's when it's nice
Because it's a never ending friend
Copyright © Victoria Scott-Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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Let's try to define the word OLD
It isn't hard to do
One looses their memory
And their hearing goes too
What is it like
To become old at heart
You sure don't need a comb
Because there's nothing to part
When it comes to reading
You do nothing but squint
So they buy you a subscription
To reader's Digest LARGE PRINT
When you step upon the scale
You're scared to look down
For some reason, it seems
There are a few extra pounds
Then there are your children
And now they have some too
It's okay to grow old
Because of the memories of you
Copyright © Victoria Scott-Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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