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Lesson Learned

BENGY LEARNS A LESSON

Each time Bengy went to town
He stole something small
He thought he was quite clever
But that isn’t all . . .

He’d say, “It doesn’t matter
Because everyone knows
The store won’t even miss it
Since they have lots of those”

But Bengy learned a lesson
And I’m sure he learned it well
For someone finally stole from him
And you should have heard him yell

You see, he had some treasures
(A model car collection)
And it took much time and money
For each prized selection

But someone just like Bengy
With the same point of view
Said, “He has so many small cars
He won’t miss a few”

So he stole some favored models
Which Bengy thought a sin
He thought it mean and quite unfair
That someone stole from him

Then Bengy remembered wise words
He’d heard from his mother
That it’s always wrong to take things
That belong to another

So he promised he would nurture
Those seeds his Mom had sown
And never again as years passed by
Take what was not his own

4/13/81 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Happy Birthday, Bev!

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BEVERLY

She gives of herself, seeking no reward
Sometimes giving what she can’t afford
Unselfish and thoughtful, loving and kind
A more generous person you will not find

She’s more than lavish with gifts and deeds
Going wherever she finds there is need
Caring for ill, making happy the well
The number of deeds, too numerous to tell

Thinking of others is her natural way
And she’s quick to prove it every day
She asks nothing in return for any deed done
Rewards in Heaven are what she’s won

She has come to my aid time after time
Not once considering her choice to decline
I’m glad she’s my sister, and also my friend
What we share together will never end

I LOVE YOU

Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Air surfers!

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HAIKU

Flawless white gliders

       roller-coasting thermal streams

              high soaring sea gulls

3/16/90 Phyllis VanVleck

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Don McNeall

This is the other poem that I wrote. After the show, cast members came down from the stage to shake hands with everyone. I can still remember them all.. And Enio almost took Sally home with him, because she read this poem, that I had written. He was so flattered.

We were lucky, and had front row seats, but we had to get up early, to catch the South Shore to Chicago, from Indiana, and be among the first in line. We went twice, then went some place cheap, to eat, shopped a little, and came home on the South Shore. We thought it was very adventuresome.

Don is handsome, you’ll agree
But he’s just not the one for me
Johnny’s sings with perfect pitch
But he’s not the one for me to hitch
And Sam’s jokes are really great
But he’s just not my perfect date
And I don’t want a Philco or a Swift Premium Wiennie
My “dream boat” is, Enio Bolinini

Aug., ’49 Phyllis VanVleck

This wraps up our three days down 1949 Memory lane.

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kukla fran ollie

This is a photo of Fran and her puppets from KuKla, Fran and Ollie.

My sisters and I went to the Don McNeil Breakfast club show, in 1949. That’s the show KuKla, Fran, and Ollie got their start on. We met several of the cast members by being called upon, because of this poem and the one posted tomorrow. Don came down from the stage, and had us read the poems I had written. Here’s the poem I read, on the radio. Please note, this was also written in 1949.

To bed at ten – a restless night
Up at four – our heads are light
Ready at five – to train by six
So excited – act like hicks
Chicago by seven – Opera House at last
Now to see that wonderful cast
So here we are, and you can’t match our rage
We’re so darn far back, we can’t see the stage

Aug.1, ‘49 Phyllis VanVleck

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A few days of my poetic beginnings- 1949!

Everyone grows with practice, so for the next few days I will share with you the earliest poems, that I still have copies of. Please bear with me and excuse me. I am hoping to encourage those who think they can’t do it. It takes practice, my friends.

I never was a poet
I guess I always knew it
‘Cause every time I tried to rhyme
I sure as shoot
in’ blew it

August 1, 1949
Phyllis Adair VanVleck

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Haiku for the Mighty Mississippi

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                 HAIKU

 Slithering dark snake

      writhing through the flats and hills

              old Mississippi

3/20/90                   Phyllis VanVleck

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