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This page is a tribute to my brother, Bill
also known as poo58 in Virtual Places Chat.

This is for you, Bill. It's not like
the poems you wrote, but somehow,
I know you would like it.


God took a walk to his garden,
And we know He always picks the best.
He looked all around and
picked YOU from the rest.
Then, on the wings of a dove
He took you to the Heavenly home above.

We lost Bill on Feb. 7, 1999, age 58,
very unexpectedly from a heartattack.
On March, 16th, he would have been 59.
May these candles forever burn
to light your way.

There are so many things you left undone,
like seeing you two small children grow up.
You left without even saying "good-bye",
but I know that you will never be far
away as long as you live in all our hearts.

You faced each day with a smile
and would do what you could to help
someone in need, no matter what problems
you faced here on earth.
You were loved and will be missed by all.

Bill always said that he didn't like poetry,
but he could write them so beautifully.
I decided to put a few of his poems
here to share with everyone.

LITTLE THINGS

Everything is this world gives a special feeling,
Some insignificant, while others send you reeling.
The little things mean so much, if you dream
Of all the feelings you feel, big things can go unseen.

Like worrying about the bills, the ones you can't pay,
Little things can even make worry slip away.
After a hard day at work, to be met at the door,
A simple hug and a kiss'll lift your spirits from the floor.

The touch of a baby's fingers as he reaches for your face,
Now, there's a tender feeling that nothing can erase.
Or the smell of food a-cooking on a day of peace and rest
A loving woman's warm embrace fills you with happiness.

The delicate petals of an orchid, the sweet smell of a rose,
The soft touch of velvet, or a feather that tickles your nose
Green grass on a river bank pretty music from afar,
There's not even time to think of anything like war.

But, little things are often taken for granted, you see,
Notice the little things more and that will be the key,
To a world of gentleness and love for fellow man,
Happines will be as unending as a golden wedding band.

To feel the sun's first rays, hear the cooing of a dove,
To see Spring's flowering blossoms, to be with the one you love,
These things are insignificant, but, really after all,
They are just little things, To me they don't seem so small.


MAMA'S DINNER BELL

Back when pleasures were simple but many;
Happy children playing, making noises a-plenty;
And time meant nothing, until the sun fell,
There would stand Mama, ringing her Dinner Bell.

We'd run gaily homeward, back toward the yard;
Nobody could tell us then, that times were hard.
We'd lovingly hug Mama and her big heart would swell;
There on the back porch, ringing her Dinner Bell.

Just remembering all the laughter and mirth;
Good food on the table, a roaring fire in the hearth.
One would be sent, to fetch water from the well;
Still there was Mama, ringing her Dinner Bell.

Hurrying to the basin , to wash our hands;
Pouring out the water, and rinsing out the pan.
But, wait, someone's missing, it was easy to tell;
Cause still stood Mama, ringing her Dinner Bell.

So we had to tell her, Daddy had gone into town;
To find out the price of peanuts by the pound.
We all gathered around her, as the cows lowed in the dell;
Mama stood there quietly, holding her Dinner Bell.

So much happiness, everyone so full of love;
I knew that we were blesed, by Heaven above.
Not one memory of this life would I sell
Sitting quietly in the kitchen, is Mama's Dinner Bell.


FRONT PORCH MEMORIES

Standing on my front porch,
Choking back the tears;
And reliving certain memories,
Of life in these past five years.

My Dad, shuffling across the yard;
A stroke had put him down,
But he was still King of his Castle,
You could almost see his crown.

There's my Mom, with her fishing pole,
Making ready for her favorite past time;
She was a lady, faithful and true,
And a Queen in everyone's mind.

And my five children, leaping off the porch,
Screaming and laughing with glee.
They were as happy as a meadow lark,
And as content as they could be.

But my wife decided that love was gone,
And that our marriage was through.
She's gone now with three of the kids;
And I'm alone with only two.

The Red Oak Tree
Atop a little knoll, stands a majestic red oak tree;
Standing proud and tall, as though it's guarding me
I climbed on all it's branches, when I was just a child,
And full of vim and vigor, just generally running wild.

Swinging from it's branches are rope swings that I made;
Benches and a playhouse, are now resting in it's shade.
No other tree grows close to it, it stands there all alone,
Birds, squirrels, and a raccoon, now call it their home.

I remember a treehouse, and the limbs where it was built,
I stayed up there many nights, wrapped up in Mama's quilt;
But it seemed to sag a bit, with the passing of Mom and Dad,
It stood strong and stately, through those times so sad.

All of us really loved that tree, it shaded us from the sun;
We looked on it as a friend, we were having so much fun.
As each of us grew up and left to go our own way,
I wonder if anyone even thought of that tree until today.

It stood thru mighty storms, and howling winds that roared,
Thru the lightning flashes, and the heavy rains that poured.
Now it quietly quivers as the gentle breezes blow,
And the leaves rustle softly and fall to the ground below.

These last two poems are very special
in that the first is published in the
National Book of Poetry located
in the Library of Congress. It's called "Wait and See".
The second "The Magic of the Night" is being
published in the International Book of Poetry.
We received this confirmation the day
after he passed away (2-7-99).

WAIT AND SEE
Life's a bowl of cherries;
An old saw that we've all heard,
A bowl full of happiness,
How utterly absurd.

There was no sugar and cream,
To put in mine, you see.
Now I have all that's left,
As bitter as it can be.

Murphy's Law, I know so well;
Anything that can go wrong, will.
If you play the cards that life gives,
Then, it's all luck, not skill.

But patience is a virtue,
We are flexible, we can bend;
So, I'll bide my time, come what may,
And see what else life can send.

All good things come to those wait,
Clouds with silver linings, they'll reap.
Maybe there is such a thing as fairy tales,
And a magical happiness you can keep.

THE MAGIC OF THE NIGHT

Dewdrops glistening on a nearby rose,
Quiverly, shaking in the moonlight,
Under the giant Japanese lantern: the moon,
Hanging suspended in the starry night.
A soft breeze whispering softly;
Small, soft clouds creeping overhead.
Night owls hooting in harmony,
As they swiftly leave their beds.
White picket fences suddenly disappearing,
In the shades of huge oak trees nearby.
Lovers strolling hand-in-hand,
Laughing and talking as they drift by.
An aura of love surrounds them.
Brightly merging them into one;
Walking happily into the night,
As though their lives had just begun.
Oh, Moon, if you can hear my words,
I wish with all my might,
That beauty and love will last forever,
In the Magic of the Night.


There are many more of his poems,

and I will probably add more later.
These are a few of his favorites he had written
and I wanted to share them with the world.
I hope you have enjoyed these as I do
I know he would us all to SMILE and be happy.


His favorite song was "Seven Spanish Angels"
This is for Bill. I love you, Bill.


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