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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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   YOUR NAME IN GOLD

 

A book that lies within my mind

Has memories on each page

And names of those who touched my life

While on life’s awesome stage

 

Just knowing you became a gift

That no one takes away

You touched my heart, my mind, my soul

When our paths crossed that day

 

We felt a kinship from the start

Back in those days of old

And I will not forget the day

That you signed that book in gold

 

8/4/00 – Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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       CLASS REUNION           

 

It’s our High School Class Reunion,

And we are gathered here

To renew old bonds and friendships

And memories we’ve held dear.

 

Will we recognize our classmates

Once so lean and spry,

Now showing life’s sad changes

From years that seemed to fly?

 

For time has grayed most every head,

With some as white as snow,

And destroyed the hair on some heads

So shiny scalps now show.

 

And some of us have put on weight.

Yes, I am one of those.

There’s furrowed brows and double chins;

There’s bunions on our toes.

 

Some middles display so much girth

That belts are worn half-mast

And many eyes are framed and lensed

So fading sight will last.

 

Just look at all those dentured smiles

And orthopedic shoes.

And look at all that wrinkled skin …

Time sure does sing the blues.

 

I scan the room, but I’m perplexed,

For faces look so strange.

The ones I thought I’d recognize

Are showing too much change.

 

It’s really true! The chunky one,

With apple dumpling face,

Was once our Beauty Queen of note,

Thin and full of grace

And what about the gent with cane,

Unsteady on his feet?

If I am right, he used to be

Our favorite athlete.

 

I look aound at everyone.

I guess we’re all the same,

For youth no longer favors us

In life’s elusive game.

        

But men will offer handshakes.

The girls will surely hug.

We’ll sing and dance and reminisce

And feel our heartstrings tug.

 

Then we’ll finish off the evening

By raising glasses high,

In toast to youthful High School years,

Dear friends … a fond goodbye.

 

4/29/92 –Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

                                  

Used by Griffith, Indiana High School Classes of ‘40 and ‘41,and requested for use by two other classes.

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