Poems<\/p>\n<\/h1>\n
There’s nothing like a 10-minute random-word rhyme to start the day.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
A little clapboard building
Underneath a silver moon
Closes down at three a.m.
Opens up at noon
No use tryin’ to stay away
You’ll hurry back real soon
You’ll find it all and have a ball
At the Feed ‘n’ Seed Saloon.<\/p>\n
Now you might go for bluegrass
And an old-time fiddle tune
Or to hear Jim Dandy play and sing
My how that boy can croon
You’re sure to feel like dancin’
Spryer than a young baboon
Yes, we’ve agreed it’s all we need
The Feed ‘n’ Seed Saloon.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/li>\n
The dogs are underneath the porch and Josie’s in her pasture
Chewin’ grass and ringin’ her cowbell
The crib is stocked with store-bought feed and old corn cobs from last year
Granny’s drawin’ water from the well.<\/p>\n
Here comes the yellow Mayfield’s truck, he’ll stop there in the road
With Brown Cows and buttermilk to sell
Tonight we’ll have peach cobbler with ice cream — a la mode!
While Josie plays a song on her cowbell.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/li>\n
Maybe we are given life to do the best we can
If we don’t try we’ll sink down like a stone
With any luck before the end we’ll come to understand
Time is not a gift it’s just a loan.<\/p>\n
I have squandered many hours, thrown so much away
Pretending that my time was not my own
And still I had the fortune to wake up another day
And get another chance to pay my loan.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/li>\n
One spring when flowers hugged the ground
And sweetly sang the sparrow
A man came walking into town
He wore a large sombrero.<\/p>\n
He carried a ten-penny pipe
And played Ravel’s Bolero
He stayed until the plums were ripe
This man in the sombrero.<\/p>\n
One day they looked and he was gone
As swiftly as an arrow
Like Pancho Villa or Don Juan
The man in the sombrero.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/li>\n
The things that made it special aren’t easy to explain
Sometimes in my bed at night I’d hear the midnight train
In the land of blackberries and sugar cane.<\/p>\n
Summers were so dry sometimes we’d kneel and pray for rain
And on cold winter mornings ice would frost the window pane
In the land of blackberries and sugar cane.<\/p>\n
The old red rooster ruled the roost and spun the weather vane
We sang “Shady Grove”, “In the Pines”, “Eliza Jane”
In the land of blackberries and sugar cane.<\/p>\n
Days were full of wonder even though our lives were plain
In the land of blackberries and sugar cane.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n
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Morning Poems There’s nothing like a 10-minute random-word rhyme to start the day. Saloon A little clapboard buildingUnderneath a silver moonCloses down at three a.m.Opens up at noonNo use tryin’ to stay awayYou’ll hurry back real soonYou’ll find it all and have a ballAt the Feed ‘n’ Seed Saloon. Now you might go for bluegrassAnd […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":2,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/victoriabeare.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/22"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/victoriabeare.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/victoriabeare.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/victoriabeare.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/victoriabeare.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=22"}],"version-history":[{"count":119,"href":"https:\/\/victoriabeare.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/22\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1221,"href":"https:\/\/victoriabeare.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/22\/revisions\/1221"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/victoriabeare.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=22"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}