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'' 'THE BOMB THAT BLEW ZEB AWAY"
"A FRIENDLY QUIZ"
"CHIP OFF THE OLD BLOCK''
"ONLY ONCE"
"THE LADDER OF SUCCESS"
" TINTED LEAVES "
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He lies on his a - -
in the cool autumn grass,
beneath a range of maple trees...
With their leaves falling fast,
and a "Canon" in his grasp,
he's there for the " Daily Press" to please.
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In hand is this camera
that he's holding up erect,
to shoot the coming leaves
for the proper effect.
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When down comes a dropping
that splatters up the eye,
the eye of the camera
he's holding there on high.
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For blackbirds aplenty
when overhead they flew,
had painted most the leaves
with a colorful hue.
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With the photograph developed,
brought a look of surprise,
the blending of the colors
that dazzled popping eyes.
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No rainbow ever seen
had the spectrum of delight,
as this one lonely leaf
like a diamond in the light.
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Showed streaks of orange and brown,
that ran both up and down,
circled with a touch of blue;
and along the outer edge,
rimmed a mass of golden threads ,
with many spots of green there in view.
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Showed the yellows and the reds,
like roses in a bed,
and speckled in a web from black to white.
'Twas a sight to behold
how nature can unfold;
to make a Black Bird dropping ever bright.
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To photographers apply
this tip I now supply;
"when photographing anything on high,
just remember this, in case there is a miss,
make sure you close your other eye!"
William E. Hardison (c)
'' 'THE BOMB THAT BLEW ZEB AWAY"
"A FRIENDLY QUIZ"
"CHIP OFF THE OLD BLOCK''
"ONLY ONCE"
"THE LADDER OF SUCCESS"
"THE BOMB THAT BLEW ZEB AWAY"
( :PROLOGUE: )
On the outskirts of a busy town lies a fifty acre plot;
where Zeb McCoy can be found, just nesting on his lot.
Now "Country Zeb'', sometimes he's called, is just a good old soul;
"down to earth" and liked by all, and no schooling I've been told.
But a lot of cash had come his way when his ailing Pa passed away;
so he bought that piece of land.
And I met him there one summer day, shading beneath a tree,
stroking his beard of silver-gray, grinning and feeling free!
I asked old Zeb if he'd explain just why he moved out here;
He said: "Yep, 'cause of all the growin' pain and all my "cluster" fear!".
Then with twinkled eyes, another sigh, and wrinkles up his brow,
he commenced to say exactly why.. he came out here and how.
But first, Zeb's speech is left desired without an education,
but he wrote a poem which was inspired that gives his explanation.
( : EPILOGUE : )
"THE BIG BUM".. By ZEB McCoy
"Got sic and tarred of life in town, too many folks in ther'.
Too many autos all aroun', I caint hardly breethe the aere.
we've ben cast from some kinda blast, the fallout is us all;
we're multiplyin' too darn fast with no slo down a'tall.
A mass explousion brings us here to liv on this grate land;
but we've consugated too dawg near, an' nobody can expand!
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Ther ain't no rore I hear nowhere, I don't see flames from it;
no smell of smoke and fumes in aere, but it jest keeps gittin' lit!
We're all..so strewn an' scattered 'bout jest fillin' up a space,
but lotta space is runnin' out in one hel-uh-va pace.
Tha populashun's explodin' on... with sich a mitey force,
an' ther ain't gonna be no zone, if we don't stop in our corse!
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We, the peeple explodin' here, more will keep dispersin;
on and on and on I fear, the "bum" will keep on burstin'
Wooden it be nice to sackerfice, an' everone just layed still?
All wood joy in pairofdice, I know dam well I will! ''
Poem, misspelled words and all,
by William E. Hardison (c)
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(With no disrespect intended to the well ( and -or) un-educated)
"A FRIENDLY QUIZ"
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On a scale from 1 to 10..
choose a number from within,
that represents a true friend in your life;
not including those..
like your neighbors whom impose,
or people whom just smile and waves.
I'm referring to the one
who always seem to come
when problems cause dismay on trying days.
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It's just a simple check
to determine the respect..
that's given when you're down and out;
considering of course
that you always show remorse..
as a friend to other folks in doubt.
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When a friend shows-up indeed
for another friend in need,
nothing can be better for the soul;
but if no one else is there
in times of cold despair,
welcome to the millions in the fold!
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And I suppose it's so..
that the count is very low,
for a true friend is difficult to find;
but even if it's one,
'tis a better count than none,
when self esteem is riding on the line!
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And if your count is naught,
and in turmoil you are caught,
I suggest there's one you can depend,
for He's really # 1,
God's gift and only son,
Jesus Christ, forever our true friend!
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William E. Hardison (c)
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''CHIP OFF THE OLD BLOCK"
:PROLOGUE:
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My daddy sat me down one day..
way back in '48,
his idea was to "point the way"
before I graduate.
* * * *
He began a woeful tale...
about his early teens,
how his father worked like hail
to live on pork and beans.
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How he, himself, had tilled and toiled
with many a sweating brow;
cutting rows of harden soil..
with one old mule and plow!
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That he had struggled all along
in days of yesteryear;
to keep our family well and strong
'mid troubles that appear.
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And now he faces me
with some wishful looking eyes;
A skillful man as he
continues to advise.
* * * *
"A "New Deal" came with jobs and pay,
by the grace of Roosevelt;
but 50 cents to work each day
was all we got to help."
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And Dad went on....." I stayed at home,
and never went to school,
kept my wits about me honed,
and lived the golden rule."
Then I felt the task ahead
when Father uped and died,
and left me with a house and spread,
and a great will to survive."
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"I only knew him just a while,
but learned he was no fool;
school and books was not his style,
but common sense... his tool!"
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"He taught me how to conquer strife,
and how to deal with pain;
showed the way to Jesus Christ,
and did so time again."
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"His heart was solid as a stone,
But soft when came to love;
and when I think of him I'm prone
to thank dear God above!"
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"And now my son, I say to you..
you're close to leaving home,
you've had it good and lucky too,
and soon you're on your own."
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"And when you go be sure to show..
the traits my father had;
and if you do you'll make it through,
as I did with my Dad."
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:EPILOGUE:
Now here I stare in the mirrow there,
with a look of pleasant shock;
for there in place was Daddy's face,
a chip from the family block!
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So I look like him and act like him,
and do the things he did,
and I'm proud to say there came a day..
his advise I gave my kid.
* * * *
So another chip has fallen free,
and another day has passed;
and that old block will always be
a treasure that will last!
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William E. Hardison (C)
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"ONLY ONCE"
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Count your blessings all the time
instead of counting years;
this will keep you young of mind
and cut down on your fears.
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It does no good to dwell on age,
you're stuck with it for life;
It takes a lifetime to engage,
so live it without strife .
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You're only young as you will feel,
or old as you may be;
'tis better to deploy will...
than delve in misery.
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We only have one life to live,
and just this one to die;
but we should live as Jesus did,
and surely we must try!
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There are many things to do
to smooth the trail along;
one can write a book or two,
or write a pretty song.
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We do not have to be afraid
to face our lives ahead,
The better thought here to be weighed:
"'tis better alive than dead!"
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We really do not have a choice,
just live the best we can;
and do so with a happy voice
leads to the promised land!
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William E. Hardison (C)
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"THE LADDER OF SUCCESS"
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You cannot get ahead
'less you use the one you got;
for the journey that you tread
is a long way to the top.
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With every step you climb
will come moments of despair,
just keep your goals in mind...
pray the Lord will get you there.
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And when you reach the top,
there is nowhere else to go,
but back to your starting spot
that beckons you below.
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For there awaits the tatter,
as you face your daily chore,
to lead you down the ladder
that you had climbed before.
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So now you need a buffer,
as the challengies appear,
for life can be much tougher
if success is met with fear.
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So build a buffer zone
to keep your calling sound,
to hold your very own
when ill winds blow around.
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For if you lose your touch,
and your world comes tumbling down;
It's not the fall that hurts so much
as that of hitting ground.
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"'Tis better safe than sorrow",
when you find some loosen rungs,
don't wait until tomorrow,
for tomorrow never comes.
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Just fix the problem mess
before they take a hold;
makes the ladder of success
your everlasting goal!
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William E. Hardison (C)
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