"Special Poems"

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" colspan=2 height=90 BGCOLOR="#555555" TEXT="#080000" background="03eb85a3.jpg"> <div> <B>FOOD   FOR  THOUGHT 3 - A  </B><B>   </B><FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#33FF00" FACE="Arial" ><B>( Specials)</B></FONT></div> <div> <A HREF="about_us.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="ABOUT US "><B>  ABOUT US</B></A><B> / SPECIALS / </B><A HREF="humor.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="HUMOR"><B>HUMOR</B></A><B> / </B><A HREF="ideals.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="IDEALS"><B>IDEALS</B></A><B> / </B><A HREF="memories.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="MEMORIES"><B>MEMORIES</B></A><B> / </B><A HREF="inspirations.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="INSPIRATIONS"><B>INSPIRES</B></A><B> / </B><A HREF="turmoil.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="TURMOIL"><B>TURMOIL</B></A><B> /  </B><A HREF="contact_me.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Contact Me"><B>CONTACT ME</B></A><B> /</B></div> <div> </div> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" width=210 BGCOLOR="#555555" TEXT="#080000" background="03f08083.jpg"> <div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="FOOD FOR THOUGHT 3 A ">back to homepage</A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="guest_book.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Guest Book">SIGN  GUESTBOOK</A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>  <embed src="HTMLobj-112/amanda1.mid" autostart="true" loop="true" width="145" height="70">  </div> <div> sound control</div> <bR> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" height=390 width="100%" BGCOLOR="#999999" TEXT="#080000"> <bR> <div> <I><B>SCROLL DOWN FOR :</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>"A GHOST STORY"</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>''OVER THR HILL''</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>''STOMPING DOWN AT BUCKROE"</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>''TWO SENSE WORTH''</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>''A NEW LOOK''</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>* * * * *</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>"A GHOST STORY"</B></I><I><B> </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>* * *</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>It happened just one  week ago outside a country town ; </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>a man was stranded by the road...hitchhiking homeward bound . </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>The night was black as ebony 'mid thunder storms and rain , </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>and through it all ' twas hard to see ; </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>'til lightning lit the scene . </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>* * *</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>Then suddenly , a flash of light as thunder ripped the sky ; </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>and through this light he glimpsed a sight , </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>an auto creeping by ;</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>moving slow in ghost-like trend it quickly stops at him , </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>as if to bade this soaking man </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>to come and hop on in ! </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>* * *</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>In need of ride so desperately he slides right in with zeal , </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>and only then he came to see : no one is at the wheel ! </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>But the car begn to roll once more and he came terrified , </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>to darn scared to push the door , to abort a fearful ride . </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>* * *</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>And then he saw a curve ahead that fenced a falling clift , </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>and sensed that he would soon be dead if stearing did not shift . </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>He was too scared to jump or yell , but begged to God in prayer ; </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>and suddenly a hand befell upon the wheel to stear ; </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>and safely turned the curve abrupt , </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>but fear was still abound , </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>but then he yelled :  " enoughs enough ! " </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>then leaped and ran to town . </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>* * *</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>Soaking wet and out of breath he ran into a grill , </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>and through the noise and nervous voice, he told his gruesome tale . </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>They thought him nuts when spilled his guts ; </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>b</B></I><I><B>ut soon they realized ; that it was true what he went through, it sh</B></I><I><B>owed so in his eyes ! </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>* * *</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>An hour passed and calm at last , when two men entered in </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>the bar and grill where he is still , </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>waiting his plight to end . </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>And they walked  by and saw this guy , and one said on his sight :</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>" that's the man who jumped and ran - from our car we pushed tonight ! "</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>* * *</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>( Re-written to verse by William E. Hardison)</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>* * *</B></I></div> <div> "OVER THE HILL" </div> <bR> <div> If it ain't one thing it's another, </div> <div> with facts that daily unfold; </div> <div> of trends that occur which I will refer </div> <div> and mostly affecting the old. </div> <div> *</div> <div> Like bending to tie up the laces, </div> <div> or to trim the toenails down, </div> <div> but it's not the bending that hinders, </div> <div> but the raising back up I've found. </div> <div> *</div> <div> It's the glaring of light that follows... </div> <div> from blood that's draining the brain, </div> <div> my eyes come stark with eye-lids dark, </div> <div> oh, I dred that bending again! </div> <div> *</div> <div> And it's so easy to long remember </div> <div> events from decades in stow; </div> <div> it's because I find we recall all the time, </div> <div> but forget things minutes ago! </div> <div> *</div> <div> And there's pain in my back from raking, </div> <div> but it's now just starting to heal; </div> <div> from massaging and heat I managed to treat, </div> <div> now it's pain in my legs I feel. </div> <div> *</div> <div> And my sight grows dimmer and dimmer, </div> <div> when in from sun and about; </div> <div> and the glasses I wear for sun-lit glare, </div> <div> I can't see with or without! </div> <div> *</div> <div> And tying a tie is horrendous, </div> <div> my wife takes on this chore, </div> <div> and buttons my shirt 'fore going to church</div> <div> this lady I truly adore. </div> <div> *</div> <div> With grandkids growing much taller and lean, </div> <div> come thoughts so sober and real; </div> <div> that all these things that living now brings, </div> <div> just proves I'm "over the hill"! </div> <div> *</div> <div> But I still cut grass and hedges I trim, </div> <div> and change oil in two different cars, </div> <div> and I do other deeds like pulling up weeds, </div> <div> although I'm "seeing stars". </div> <div> *</div> <div> And I work in my garden with tiller and hoe, </div> <div> to find more time to kill; </div> <div> not bad for a man whose lifetime span </div> <div> has put him "over the hill" </div> <div> *</div> <div> there's comfort in knowing the tough keep going, </div> <div> although the going is tough; </div> <div> an adage true that I always knew </div> <div> would fill my need enough. </div> <div> *</div> <div> I've seen the woes in living long, </div> <div> I've met the good and bad; </div> <div> I've been through things that illness brings, </div> <div> but I'm still here and I'm glad! </div> <div> *</div> <div> But not only glad but thankful too,</div> <div> things could really be worse,</div> <div> I could even be dead or laid-up in bed</div> <div> with having a full-time nurse.</div> <div> *</div> <div> And "over the hill" are just three words, </div> <div> you're young as you may feel, </div> <div> just bear the fain as Christ felt pain </div> <div> if you are really ill.</div> <div> *</div> <div> To all my friends, both young and old, </div> <div> I bid you all goodwill, </div> <div> just stay the course and view the source, </div> <div> when you get "over the hill!" </div> <div> William E. Hardison (c) </div> <div> <I><B>* * * * * * * * * *</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>"STOMPING DOWN AT BUCKROE"</B></I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>A pavilion stands at Buckroe Beach</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>along the sandy dunes;</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>where many folks go to beseech</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>nostalgic, big band tunes.</B></I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>And often times when I arrive,</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>"I get right in the groove".</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>I come alive with jute-box jive</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>with every kind of "move".</B></I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>So, I'm dancing down at Buckrow</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>to old time tunes I hear,</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>recalling glow from songs I know</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>that comes from yesteryear.</B></I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>They urge me to "bring it on"</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>to shake and "cut a rug",</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>and hold my own to every tone,</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>and do the "jitterbug";</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>to tunes they play Glenn Miller's way,</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>to Dorsey's gold trombone;</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>or swing and sway with Sammy Kaye, </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>or Randolf's saxophone;</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>to hear Gene Krupa on his drum</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>or Harry James, his horn,</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>my mind goes numb of music from...</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>the best of all those born.</B></I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>They bring back memories of the  "zoot",</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>a suit with chains in style,</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>a  bow-tie wrap and a wide brim hat...</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>that goes way back awhile.</B></I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>So, all around the floor I hop,</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>I skip and twirl with bliss;</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>although I'm "hot" I plain forgot:</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>"I'm too darn old for this!"</B></I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>My heart is filled with joy galore,</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>and my mind is filled with glee,</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>but on the floor, my back is sore,</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>and my feet are killing me!</B></I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Ah, but sounds of drums, and brass trombones,</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>from clarinets and more;</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>the trumpets drone, the saxaphone...</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>all heard o'er Buckrow shore.</B></I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>This music goes forevermore,</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>in sunshine or in rain,</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>for what's in store, what's one more sore?</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>I'm going back again!</B></I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>William E. Hardison (c)</B></I></div> <bR> <div> * * *</div> <div> "TWO SENSE WORTH"</div> <bR> <div> <B>As everybody knows</B></div> <div> <B>there's a reason for the nose;</B></div> <div> <B>created for the sense of smell.</B></div> <div> <B>And the sense of sight applies</B></div> <div> <B>when pertaining to the eyes,</B></div> <div> <B>and to the ears for hearing just as well.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Then the tongue was duly placed</B></div> <div> <B>to test the strength of taste,</B></div> <div> <B>and a set of nerves to touch and feel.</B></div> <div> <B>These are the senses five,</B></div> <div> <B>God gave us to survive,</B></div> <div> <B>but left out two for us to deal!</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>And they are.. learn at our expense</B></div> <div> <B>how to use some common sense,</B></div> <div> <B>to make it number six upon the list.</B></div> <div> <B>Number seven, but not least,</B></div> <div> <B>is one that should not cease,</B></div> <div> <B>and that's a sense of humor to exist!</B> </div> <bR> <div> William E. Hardison  (c)</div> <div> * * * * *</div> <div> A  New Look</div> <bR> <div> Some never know what they really can do,</div> <div> unless they gives it a go;</div> <div> they can wish all they may</div> <div> and day-dream away,</div> <div> but just wishin' won't make it so. </div> <div> With talents galore, but hidden in store;</div> <div> like that in a buried drum;</div> <div> rests strong and the frail,</div> <div> whom surely will fail,</div> <div> just wishin' for things to be done.</div> <bR> <div> So, grab some brushes and paint,</div> <div> and don't say you ''caint'',</div> <div> for this word is not in the book;</div> <div> and color the things that come in your dreams,</div> <div> will show how good you can look.</div> <bR> <div> Next, say what you think</div> <div> with your pen and the ink,</div> <div> expressing just how you feel;</div> <div> then fix in your mind some wording that rhymn,</div> <div> those that will fit the bill!</div> <bR> <div> Now here's an adage as clear as a bell;</div> <div> one referring to doubt;</div> <div> that ''if you don't try, you'll only get by,</div> <div> which isn't enough to shout;</div> <div> that.. ''pitch it on in, and try it again,</div> <div> if first you don't succeed;</div> <div> that in the end you'll always win, </div> <div> if you keep on planting the seed!''</div> <bR> <div> And after it's done you've proven someone,</div> <div> could do what he thought he couldn't;</div> <div> and that only to try, and understand why:</div> <div> ''that proof lies there in the puddin'!</div> <div> * * *</div> <div> William E. 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