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DEAR GRANDCHILDREN.... |
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MY CHILD SHALL CROSS THIS BRIDGE |
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BEYOND THE CLOUDS |
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MR ANCIENT |
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A RANCH MANS WIFE |
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HANDS ACROSS THE BAR |
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COME AND DINE |
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STREAMS OF LIFE |
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NATIVE AMERICAN TRIBUTE |
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HOMEPAGE
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Please be aware my new email is now: wordpaintervs@live.com. Thanks for visiting my page
I hope you enjoy the words and graphics. My stories and poems will change from time to time so please check back. Share the different pages with your friends. All writings unless otherwise shown are my own and subject to my copyright priviledges.
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Remember God doesn't want us to rush through life. He wants us to slow down and show His love for others through our actions each day.
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Here are three short things I wrote several years ago.
Tick-Tock Stop the clock
Tick-Tock, stop the clock
It's ticking life away
It's almost time for tomorrow
And I'm still not through with today
I didn't remember to give the smile
I saved from yesterday~~
And failed to help a fellowman
Who stumbled down lives way
So Tick-Tock stop the clock
It's ticking life away
It's almost time for tomorrow
And I'm still not through with today
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The Time Clock
The clock ticks on and marks the hour
Of each and every day
It turns the night to morning
And it turns brown hair to gray
It builds a mighty freeway
For all the cars to ride
It sooths the oceans raging
And it brings the evening tide
It passes by so swiftly,
A month. A day. A year
Till looking back upon the past
One must hold back a tear
We've memories of days gone by
Of things we've said and done
Of failures made and conquered
And successes we have won
Time weaves together all the things
We've missed along the way
If only we could stop the clock
From racing through each day
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AMERICA
By Vickey Stamps
In America there’s the Irish, Italians and the Swede.
There’s Japanese and Mexicans unique in the life they lead.
There are African Americans, the Polish and the Swiss.
All are part and parcel of the Immigration Dish
See the English and the French who fought an awful war.
Now sons and daughters all unite on this far and distant shore.
The Jewish folks survived a Holocaust. The Germans fled their land.
Laotians and the Chinese touched upon our Golden Sand.
The ongoing list is lengthy for whom life was ‘bitter gall’
But I can sense their courage as they left behind their all.
They faced so many trials in an unknown future plan.
They sought to overcome the past in this freedom loving land.
African Americans against their will came from across the sea,
And Native Americans were here, they say, before both you and me.
Our ‘Melting Pot’ is heavy but large enough to hold each man.
It simmers, slowly cooking to blend the common man.
But Freedom is not freedom if it seeks to mold each one,
So that they are identical when all is said and done.
Though our land is overflowing by those from here and there,
There is concern for those with less. Oh, can one cease to care?
There’s Petowski from Missouri, Charlie Young from Tennessee,
Walking Bear in Arizona and in California ... me.
God Bless America my friend and do I need say more?
May it maintain its worthiness from sea to sandy shore.
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