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 This is a place for home spun poems of everyday living, sights and thoughts. I will start with some of my mother's poems. She was born and raised in the country and she loved the beauty of trees, flowers, animals, sunshine and many other things. (The poems are copyrighted. Need permission to use.)
A Great Life

_Ella Mae Driver

It's a great life,
Although there's strife.
But, it's a great life
When we stop to behold
The beauty of the night unfold;
When we awake to see
The morning light so free;
When we see the morning star
Shining so marvelous afar;
When we awake to a brand new day
and we bow our heads and pray;
When we thank our heavenly Father
for his love and mercy together;
Even though there's strife--
It's a great life.
Integrated Land
My land is an intergrated land
With red clay, black soil and white sand.
And roads like streaks of gold,
Not paved with concrete to hide the glow;
Where people come and go
For they love the beauty of the country so.
Every man wants his own land
So he can watch his harvest grow;
With the hills all aglow
And fields and meadows down below;
In wheat, barley, and corn; row after row
To harvest before the winter snow.
My land is an integrated land
With red clay, black soil and white sand.
And hills, fields, meadows and lakes;
Turtles, fish, mosquitoes, and snakes;
Trees, birds, bees and rocks of pearl;
Coyotes, fox, rabbits and squirrel.
For my land is an integrated land;
And blends in with nature's plan,
In harmony with the animals and man.
It seems like all the farmers are talking about
Giving up on farming and selling out;
To the big industrial corporations,
Without any consideration.
To help the government build bigger towns, schools;
Ballparks, swimming pools,
Airports, space ships, race tracks;
High ways and freeways for their cadillacs.
To teach children to become famous
Athletes, astronauts and robots;
To go upon the moon, Jupiter, Mars
And on to the stars.
When there are no farmers left
To till the land, to plant the seed;
Wait for the summer rain,
To help grow the golden grain;
To harvest, to take to the market, to sell.
There soon won't be any children playing at noon,
No merchants in the store houses selling food;
Nobody to go upon the moon--
When there are no farmers left.
T'was Spring
This morning when I got up from my bed
I was feeling so sad and so blue.
I went outside and looked above my head;
And saw that the sky was so blue, too.
Then came a rabbit; hippy-hop, hippy-hop
From across the meadow of green.
It came to a stop---
And I said, "Oh! You beautiful thing".
It stood up and took a look at me.
Oh! What a beautiful scene.
My heart went flip-flop, flip-flop,
And the rabbit went hippy-hop, hippy-hop,
From my sight across the carpet of green.
Then I noticed the trees both great
And small and in-between;
With leaves of all colors of green.
Birds of red, yellow, blue and gold
Singing sweet melodies, seemed happy as could be.
Then I bowed my head and thanked God
For the beauty he had bestowed around me;
While I slept and slumbered through the night;
For me to see when I awoke with the morning light;
For spring had come adorning with her beauty array
When came dawning the morning for a brand new day.
The Leaves
When the leaves fall from the trees;
When we see the green leaves
Turning from green
To red, yellow and brown;
And come tumbling, tumbling down,
Spreading a blanket of brown
All around , on the ground;
Then we can know
Winter is coming on;
It won't be very long
Till we will be needing coats of green,
Red, yellow and brown to put on;
To snuggle up in;
To protect us against
The winter weather again.
The Blue Rose
The Beautiful red rose is well known
The whole wide world over, I suppose.
And the Yellow Rose of Texas is
A song about a different kind of rose.
Pink is the color that was chosen
For the beautiful wild rose
That rambles on and on;
Whether it be far away or whether
It be near and around home.
But there is a blue rose
Down in Alabama that's
Not well known.
As blue as the beautiful
Bluebird up in an apple tree
Singing its song for you and me.
And as blue as the beautiful blue
Morning Glory in the morning dew.
But, no one knows about this blue
Alabama Rose except me and you.
Roses, Roses, Roses
Roses of red, roses of yellow,
Roses of blue, reminds me;
That I love you.
Roses, roses, roses.
Roses of red, roses of yellow,
Roses of blue, roses of pink,
Cause me to think;
Roses, roses, roses.
Roses of red, roses of yellow,
Roses of blue, roses of pink,
And roses of white means it's
Alright to give a bouquet of
Roses of red, roses of yellow,
Roses of blue, roses of pink,
And roses of white;
That is a pure delight.
But--I would choose to give to you
A bouquet of roses of blue,
Because I would be blue, too,
Without you.
I Like
I like pink buttons
And purple bows.
I like pink elephants
And little purple elves.
I like pink foxes
In purple boxes.
I like a pink belt
And a hat of felt.
And it tickles me plumb
Pink to think of pink
Buttons and purple bows,
Plumb down to my toes.
(Ella Mae wrote this one after
her granddaughter, Lawana, died at age 23.)
An Angel
I dreamed I talked to an angel last night.
I asked her name; She said: Lawana Kaye.
And she said; don't cry Mama, don't cry Daddy;
For I have no pains, no fear, no misery.
Mama don't cry, Daddy don't cry,
For the Lord hasn't taken me from you.
I'm still right here in Haleyville close by.
And one day when the Lord comes back
To Earth to stay,
We will walk hand in hand again.
Ah, we might get to take trips to outer space,
And back to Haleyville then.
Who knows what the Lord has in store for us.
So cheer up Mama, cheer up Daddy.
Think what a happy day that will be.
Yes, I dreamed I talked to an angel.
She said her name is Lawana Kaye.
This house looks shabby, weather-beaten, torn
From the wear and tear of weather through the years;
But, has shown no fears, nor cried no tears;
Through all of this wear and tear
Down through the years.
People stopping by for a while
Ask why we don't tear this old house down,
And not leave it standing around.
But, this house has been a shelter
For me in all kinds of weather.
And people stopping by
Don't realize that I
Am living in a castle so tall
With high, high walls;
And that once upon a time there
Lived a king in this castle of mine,
As strange as it may seem.
The people don't see swinging
Chandeliers in the halls,
Nor famous pictures on the walls;
So, the people stopping by
Don't realize that I
Am living in a castle so tall.


IF they would have let me be myself;

IF they had not taught me to be like someone else;

IF they had let me speak my mind;

IF they had not taught me to wait till another time;

IF they had let me talk that day,

THEN they could have known me better that way;

AND perhaps I could be myself

AND not someone else.

IF they would have let me follow my dream,

I wonder where it would have led me,

AND what would have been my destiny,

IF they had listened to me.



THERE was a man who wondered why

Man couldn't have wings and fly;

So he put wings on a flying machine;

Now man can fly away up high;

Like a bird in the sky.

THERE was a man who wondered why

There wasn't a faster way to make a coat so fine.

 He invented a sewing machine that sews so fast

As it sings fiddle diddle dee;

Sews a coat so fine, one for you and one for me.

THERE was a man who wondered why

Lightning runs across the sky.

Out of curiosity he discovered how

To have electricity coming on the line all the time.

Solved a mystery ---Found it to be simplicity.

THERE was a man who wondered why

There couldn't be a faster way to build a pyramid.

He designed a hugh structure



Not made of stone, shaped like a dome.

Because these men wondered why

Great  inventions they did invent

So we can know without a doubt

What history is all about.


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