Oh, To Be A Boy Again

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Why can't a gray haired dreamer

who wanders slowly along the

lanes of his garden of memories,

realize he's wandered

too far away from the

pleasures of his boyhood days.

Will he ever know again

the joys and laughter he did

when he was a boy?

He'd better stop

and remember when he

was a barefoot carefree kid.

Let him stop by the creek,

take his shoes off and wiggle

his toes in the mud again,

and be free of all the

restrictions of a man.

Just forget all the

riches he has won,

and all the struggle and

strife through his life,

and be again the carefree boy

he can see in his dreams.

Stretched out on the banks

of a fishing stream,

with not a worry in the world,

remembering the splendors

that surround him,

as they seem to

rise and taunt him,

with memories of his

boyhood that has fled.

The richest man in the world

has lost the greatest

treasures life can bestow,

if he never, ever slows

down enough to dream

of when he was a boy again.

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Thoughts Of You

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When you awaken

in the dead of night,

and lie there and

listen and think,

does the loneliness

grasp your heart

with a longing

to have me near?

Or, when you

walk all alone

in the moonlight,

and listen to the

sounds of the night,

do you shed tears,

just thinking of me

as the dawn slowly

comes to light?

When you sit

all alone by the side

of your house,

and the heavens

bring the rain,

do you ever desire

to have me there

beside you again?

When the sun is slowly

sinking in the west

to the tune of

the winds lullaby,

do you ever dream

of me to the tender

refrain of your heart

aching for me?

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Walk And Talk With God

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When the glorious springtime sunshine

transcends upon the garden sod,

i feel like i'm in Heaven,

with a chance to walk with God.

When the gentle Summer breeze

softly caress the lovely flowers,

and their gorgeous

colored heads do nod,

i dream i am in Heaven,

with a chance to talk with God.

When the chilling frost

of Autumn comes,

and the beautiful

colored leaves are falling,

i am really longing

for a chance to walk with God.

When the snows of Winter are falling,

and the dark storm clouds

across the sky way plod,

i shall patiently wait beside

my window for a chance

to talk with God.

Each time while i am praying,

and i see the smiling

Angels to me nod,

then i will glory in their echoes,

because then i'll really know

my chance has finally come,

to walk and talk with God.

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Nature's Secrets

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It must be just a state of mind,

but to think it is to do it.

The urge to get away and find,

an out of the way secret pond,

is an irresistible force,

for which there is but one answer.

Let your imagination be your guide,

let your child like urge get you there.

Throw off the winters discontent,

with the first breath of spring,

and find what incredible

pleasure it will bring.

The fruits of expectation

must be your own.

Seek out the secret

ponds in the mountains.

Do it quickly, very quickly,

those secret places are

born, grow, and die, in the

twinkle of an eye these days.

The fruits of natures labors

are sought, reaped, and

harvested by other eager men.

By the time i get there

i find the secret out of the way

ponds are gone, secrets no more.

I know before i begin the search,

the place is nestled deep

in a stand of yellow birch,

where two splits of ridge neck down

to a small chuckling, laughing brook.

The wild beaver have created

digs here, for their long

winter under the ice.

Continuously rebuilding the dam,

carving out their life from the forest,

but even the beaver change.

The little ponds don't last forever.

So, i love to get out to the

out of the way secret places

while i am able,

before i fade away and die,

like the little secrets of nature.

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Ode To Mother

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Have you ever

stopped to think

or decide that

someone else

was really important

just because

of a smile.

Who gave out love

and praise instead

of grumbled

or derided.

There is always

something so warm,

so glad it was you

who just walked in,

about the way her

friendly face

lights up,

when she sees

you're home.

That the

whole day is really

something special,

just because

you are there.

It gives you

a very warm,

satisfying feeling,

just to be

alive again,

and near her.

Her smile gives you

a well balanced

i fit in peppy

enthusiasm.

She makes you feel

really glad

you are alive.

It couldn't possibly

be any other,

than your

ever loving,

wonderful,

understanding

mother.

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