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John Edwards

I was just the Old Man. Simply that.
It was as if I did not have a name.
“John!”I wanted to shout.
“My name is John Edwards.”
But, I remained the Old Man.

I am not sure of when I lost my identity
But it was back somewhere in the past.
My contributions as the Old Man were small;
Fetching the water, working in the garden,
And keeping the old stove fed with firewood.
I knew they could do well without me,
So most of the time I stayed out of their way,
And no one seemed to miss me.

But, my friend and I, spent many hours together
Sitting in the sun in an old wicker chair.
It was good to have a friend, even though it was
Just a featherless pet chicken who loved to sit on my lap.

They didn’t understand about the chicken.
We talked a lot, he and I.
He was very receptive to my stories of hard farm life.
Of my triumphs and defeats, hopes and dreams.
He listened, and he often answered with faint sounds.

I know we were an unlikely pair but we found comfort
In our mutual need for one another.
And so I spent the summer, dozing in the warm sun,
Chicken on my lap.
At dusk, the chicken crawled inside my shirt for warmth.
In the fall, I made him a felt jacket, but he caught a cold,
And soon died, in spite of my efforts to save him.

It was only I who wept. Wept for the loss of a friend.
Wept for the loss of being needed.
“The Old Man is crying about that fool chicken,”they’d say.
They didn’t understand about the importance of being needed.

In mid-winter, I passed away, feeling alone and useless.
They wept tears I would not see and uttered words I would not hear.

My epitaph reads –
John Edwards – Our friend
We needed him

8/8/96 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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THE OLD MAN AND CHARLEY

There they sat, the two of them
A most unlikely pair
Dozing in the afternoon sun
In an old wicker chair
The Old Man knew they laughed at him
But he didn’t seem to mind
For the peace he and Charley had
Is often hard to find
No matter that his new found friend
Was a strange sight to see
The Old Man just told others
It was serendipity
A chicken without his feathers
Is one in dire need
And an old man without a friend
Is a sad man indeed
So the moment that their paths crossed
They both became aware
That they needed one another
So they bonded, as a pair
Wherever one would choose to go
The other trailed behind
They loved the arbor most of all
Where the grapevine twined
And so they spent the summer months
‘Til fall brought on a chill
Charley shivered in nakedness
Then sadly, became ill
The Old Man tried to save his friend
But Charley passed away
And the Old Man wept in sadness
On that sorrowful day
Now he was alone again
And no one needed him
He felt unloved and useless
His future painted grim
And so he lost his will to live
Without someone to tend
And when he died, his last words were
It’s lonely without a friend

5/12/89 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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My Friend, Colleen

You Are A Poem

If I could make my life a poem,
There’d be a verse for you
Because you are a special friend,
With credits overdue.

And I think YOU are a poem, my friend;
I see it many times.
There’s beauty in your heart and soul,
One finds in songs and rhymes.

2/25/99 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Home for a stray

     THE STRAY

 

I found a little stray today

And took him home with me

He looked at me with hopeful eyes

That spoke a silent plea

 

I bathed his coat and brushed him dry

And then when he was fed

His tail wagged in grateful thanks

As he jumped upon my bed

 

We bonded from that moment on

And he was here to stay

This dog that no one seemed to want

Found a home that day

 

3/19/00          Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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A Trusted Friend

GOODBYE, OLD FRIEND

          (For KiKi)

 

 

Dear old friend, why did you go

You made life sweet while here

And I will be so lonely now

Without your presence near

 

KiKi

KiKi

 

 

You made me laugh, so many times

Your memory makes me cry

I miss you more than words can say

We were buddies, you and I

 

kikipuppet

 

It matters not, you were a dog

I loved you, that is true

A loyal, patient, trusting friend

That’s how I remember you

 

kikitoni

 

11/10/02           Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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     COUNTRY TREND

 

Tighten up those fiddle strings,        

Loosen up that bow.

Tap your foot to keep the time,

And pluck that old banjo.

 

Thump the big bull-fiddle

Tease that mandolin,

Add some strumming from guitars,

So dancing will begin.

 

Play some lively get down tunes,

To get them on the floor,

And don’t forget some mood sets,

So they’ll start yelling, MORE!.

 

Fill the room with country music.

Have a gent and lady sing. 

Let the floor fill up with dancers

Promenading ‘round the ring.

 

The music is delightful –

Square dance, line dance, waltz,

And for the sweethearts in the crowd,

A bit of good old shmaltz.

 

The choice of stringed instruments

Has made a perfect blend,

Truly pleasing everyone …

But that is country trend.

 

8/3/05      Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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DOWN AT THE COUNTRY STORE

  

A group of friends meet once a week

To tell tall tales and more

While busy playing games of Whist           

Down at the country store

 

All six are in their seventies

And friends from days of yore

They drink a bit and chew a cud

Down at the country store

 

They liked to spit, but never miss

An old brass cuspidor

There they cuss without rebuff

Down at the country store

 

When they were young they made a pact . . .

An oath, to which they swore

And they discuss that very thing

Down at the country store

 

They laugh a lot about the past

From chuckle to a roar

What’s said is often whispered there

Down at the country store

 

I’ve seen a tear slip from an eye

And drop down to the floor

When one retells an old old tale

Down at the country store

 

They help each other when there’s need

No matter what the chore

Then pat each other on the back

Down at the country store

 

7/26/05            Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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