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DAY DREAMS

I’d like to write enough to use
Words dancing in my head,
With all the things I have to say –
said.

I’d like to have a million bucks,
And spend it as I thought,
With all the things I’ve wished to buy –
bought.

I wish that all delicious food
Would not increase my weight,
With all the things I like to eat –
ate.

I wish there was a tape somewhere
When my guitar’s re-strung,
With all the songs I love to sing –
sung.

I’d like to break old habits now,
Of writing-trends I’ve kept,
With all the missing hours of sleep –
slept.

If I could satisfy my dreams,
I hope I would not gloat,
With all the things I wish to write –
wrote.

7/21/05 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

Inspired by Mary Sadler

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Christmas evening

      THE WARMTH OF CHRISTMAS

 

 

It’s Christmas evening  in our farmhouse,           

With myself, children, dog, and my spouse.

The children are playing with their new toys,      

I know they are happy by all the noise.           

 

While out in the kitchen I toil away                  

At our dinner clean-up, (hugs are my pay).        

I’ll vac the tinsel and cookie crumbs, too,          

Without a complaint,’cause that’s what Moms do.

 

And I’ll do every chore, from the very start,                  

With happy contentment and song in my heart.   

For today we’re together – God’s blessed us all,   

And these are our treasures for later recall.            

 

Good food and warmth, and smiles on each face,   

Make me grateful to God for His infinite Grace.  

And the thing I like best, when all’s said and done, 

Is love, from Heaven, in the gift of His Son.   

 

 

12/17/94               Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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I thought I would start off my Weblog with something to make everyone laugh. I know the residents of Martinsville, Indiana, could use one as they sop up the flood water. It’s a bit long, but I hope you will enjoy it and I look forward to your response.

 

 

          THE PICNIC

 

It was that special day again

Awaited all year long

It was planned with such perfection

That nothing could go wrong

 

With games and food and sing-a-long

Prepared in great detail

The clan converged at forest glen

And herein starts my tale

 

Some sheets were spread upon the ground

And food was placed thereon

With space enough around the edge

To seat the hungry throng

 

It started when Samantha Sue

Performed her annual feat

She upchucked everything she ate

Upon the picnic sheet

 

Obnoxious little Curtis Lee

Dropped bugs in Elmer’s plate

Old Elmer never noticed them

And relished what he ate

 

Aunt Martha brought her terrier

And Elsie brought her cat

The cat and dog were enemies

So hissed and barked and spat

 

They tugged at leash and chewed on rope

And finally they were free

The chase was on, right through the food

Up to a nearby tree

 

The cat then jumped upon the dog

I can’t describe the scenes

As they tangled in the salad

And fell into the beans


Then dripping beans from nose and tails

The chase led near a log

Where they disturbed a hive of bees

Who then chased cat and dog

 

Forgotten was their hateful feud

And running from the bees

They jumped upon the Preacher’s wife

And scratched her arms and knees

 

The woman, screaming from her fright

Pushed cat and dog away

She swatted bees with paper plates

Then fled, in her dismay

 

Well, cat and dog and Preacher’s wife

With bees in close pursuit

Ran right on through the food again

And squashed a bowl of fruit

 

With shoe caught in a melon wedge

Miz Preacher set the pace

For cat and dog and angry bees

Like some made comic race

 

They headed for a scummy pond

The Preacher’s wife jumped in

The dog and cat joined her there

In water to her chin

 

The cat and dog were terrified

And shared the woman’s space

The dog was first – sat on her head

With cat astride her face

 

The Preacher’s wife was traumatized

I know, I heard her swear

A string of words not fit for man

As she dislodged the pair 


The bees turned back, still angry

And headed up the hill

Our group, in mass, ran screaming

Including cousin Will

 

He headed for the old outhouse

And in his drunken role

He lost his balance in his haste

And fell into the hole

 

In extricating Uncle Will

(And laughing as he did)

John’s teeth fell out, and need I tell

Just where the darn things slid

 

He scooped them out with hot-dog forks

And washed them off with beer

Then placed them on a log to air

And blushed from ear to ear

 

Then Martha’s dog grabbed the teeth . . .

John’s anger was afire

And another chase was under way

Through bramble-bush and briar

 

Emerging from the underbrush

John’s language was a sin

The teeth were caught in Fido’s mouth

In toothy canine grin

 

Hank caught the dog as he ran past

And pulled the denture free

The dog then showed his gratitude

And bit him on the knee

 

So Hank let out a piercing scream

And cursed his luckless fate

Just then a crow high overhead

Dropped bird-doo on his pate 


It splattered down in Hank’s toupee

And whitewashed jet black curls

What made it worse was when he heard

The laughter from the girls

 

He shook the wig against a bush

Arousing skunks near-by

One lifted up his angry tail

And let his essence fly

 

Those catching spray coughed and wheezed

And rolled upon the ground,

They burned their clothes, right on the spot

And in the sheets were wound

 

Mosquitoes tortured everyone

And chiggers did their best

To make us scratch in misery

And put us to the test

 

The wind blew sand in everything

In food, and eyes, and nose

And sunburns were a sizzling red

From bald heads to bare toes

 

Small babies cried relentlessly

And children fought all day

“Dear Lord, please let this day speed by!”

I heard the Mothers pray

 

To top it off, as if on cue

Dark clouds then drifted in

The rain came down in buckets full

And soaked us to the skin

 

We rushed to pack our things away

But shouts were loud and clear …

“It’s sure been a wonderful day!

Let’s do it again next year!”

 

 

7/27/92                Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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