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 August 2003

The Puddle of Life

I say Life is a muddle,
   Just a big old mud puddle.
You step in at ease,
   Then you sink to your knees.
Then the mud at the bottom
   Will holler, "I got him!"
Though get out, you do,
   It will hang on like glue.
But the Sun in the sky
   Will 'fore long make it dry.
And so fall off it must,
   As it turns into dust.
moral:  Don't be getting muddy when the sun is going down.

August 31, 2003