My Title of Liberty

     "In Memory of our God, our religion, and freedom, and our peace, our wives, and our children." - Alma 46:12    


My Poems from June 2002

Poems on this page:
   Getting Older
   I Can Fly!
   Happy Birthday Mom
   Fathers Day 2002
   Jim & Debi's Anniversary
   It's Finally Summer!

Getting Older

It's come again, that time of year;
It's time to cast away all fear.
For just because we're getting old,
It doesn't mean we have to fold
And yield our thoughts to deep despair
Because we might be losing hair.
There is no need to sit and pout
Because our teeth are falling out,
Our eyesight's failing, memory too.
Wait a minute! This won't do.
These aren't the thoughts I wanted here;
I meant to write of hope and cheer,

So here I go; I'll try again

It's come again, another year.
We're closer to our Savior dear.
We've learned a lot we didn't know,
And had a chance kind seeds to sow.
The harvest time is coming soon.
So say the stars, the sun, and moon,
Which God so long ago prepared
To mark the times to show he cared.
These same now tell us it's your day
(Fifteen million share today)
For all your friends to celebrate
Your progress through this mortal state.

June 3, 2002

I Can Fly!

I can fly! In my dreams, at least.
I just raise my arms and I rise,
And lean in the way I would go.
And I fly! In my dreams, at least.

I'm not fat! In my dreams, at least.
Not the self that I see in my mirror,
But myself when my eyes are closed.
And I fly! In my dreams, at least.

I am free! In my dreams, at least.
I am strong, and swift, and sure.
I can swim, I can run, I can sail,
And I fly! In my dreams, at least.

I will fly! I will fly at last.
When my dreaming shall come to an end,
When my body becomes like the LORD's,
And I'll fly! I will fly at last.

June 3, 2002

Happy Birthday Mom

I hope you had a wonderful day.
I'm sorry this comes late.
You should get breakfast on a tray
On such a special date.

Alas, that's something I can't do.
My disappointment mounts.
But if I could, I would for you,
And "it's the thought that counts."

But now I do the thing I can
By writing here this poem,
And praying that God's gracious hand
Be with you in your home.

And may He also be with you
Wherever you may be,
In all you think, and say, and do,
His good in all you'll see.

May others also see His light
In you, and all you do,
Inspiring them to choose the right.
Happy Birthday, Mom, to you.

June 11, 2002

Fathers Day 2002

I hope your Fathers' Day was grand!
I do.  I really do.
I hope your family lent a hand
In celebrating too.

As usual, my wish comes late;
I should have sent it quick.
I'm sorry that you had to wait.
I hope this does the trick.

So, what I'd really like for you
Is happiness at home,
Peace at heart, and blessings too,
Wherever you may roam.

June 16, 2002

Jim & Debi's Anniversary

To Jim and Debi:  I'm so glad
     Your Anniversary's come,
The best, I hope, you've ever had,
     Though I've been really dumb,
For just today I noticed it
     Upon my calendar.
So here upon my couch I sit
     To praise you from afar.
For I admire the many years
     You've been together now
Through all the laughter and the tears.
     All I can say is, "Wow!"
So when you get this poem, know
     That you have done real great.
And I will have to eat some Crow,
     'Cause it arrived so late.

June 18, 2002
for my brother and his wife.

It's Finally Summer!

Itís finally summer, and school is out!
     Donít it make you want to shout?
Youíve almost three months now for fun;
     A dozen weeks, and then itís done.
Enjoy them all; youíve earned a rest.
     Youíve studied hard, and done your best.
Enjoy the sun, the sprinkler too.
     Enjoy the warmth; enjoy the view.
And then prepare for school again,
     With mind refreshed to wield the pen.

June 21, 2002