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Friday, March 30, 2012
My Heart's Already Home
I can see it in the distance
sitting so humble there
an old childhood home
with springtime in the air
Children are laughing and playing
over the hills they roam
enjoying those simple pleasures
the best they've ever known
Oh it must be laundry day
the clotheslines are hanging full
quilts are blowing in the wind
there's sure to be an armful
The gardens have been plowed
there's potatoes in every row
soon everyone will gather
and each will have a hoe
The bounty will be plentiful
like that little, green onion bed
my goodness those onions are good
with a big piece of cornbread
Those chickens sure are happy
I bet there's nests everywhere
there'll be so many little ones
the hens will flog for sure
That old barn looks inviting
in that hayloft I'd love to play
while the cow's in the pasture
this pretty springtime day
I can see those old grapevines
they're still hanging over the creek
it'll soon be the first of May
time to go barefoot at the retreat
Maybe it'll help with the chiggers
come blackberry picking time
of course there'll always be plenty
and scratching if so inclined
It'll soon be time for supper
I can smell it in the air
cooked on that old wood stove
the best eating anywhere
There's so many things to enjoy
I could never get my fill
my heart's already home
like that old, rusted wagon wheel
The cherry trees are blooming
dogwoods are white as snow
oh what a blessing
to go back where I did grow
Susie Swanson, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
The Country Side
The roses of time
bloom around me today
the honeysuckle is prime
in its sweet, fragrant way
The wild rhododendron
is putting on a show
soon the ivy will come
the rhododendron will go
He loves me, he loves me not
the daisies are here
black-eyed Susie's hit the spot
and make my heart cheer
Blackberries are on track
plenty of blooms in sight
the whipporwills are back
I hear them every night
The turtle doves are soothing
to my heart there's no end
the red cardinals are singing
and being selfish again
I've been watching the creek
for wild ducks to swim
today I took a peek
I saw a woodpecker on a limb
My garden is green
a summer's bounty will be
tall sunflowers in between
the birds are waiting patiently
Each day I look around
there's so much to see
Soon the lightning bugs will abound
they're a treasure to me
Oh the beautiful country side
so much living I've done
to live elsewhere I've tried
there's no place like home
Susie Swanson, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Neighbors
Back when I was a youngun knee high to a duck, we had some real fine neighbors , it was just our good luck.
Some were more sociable than others seem to be and some were just down right nosey when they wanted to be
Then you put my grandma in the mix a time or two and what you come up with would be more than you could chew
Now the names have been changed but some of the incidents are real, I had to change the names or I might be killed
Let's see, there was Maude the widow that lived down the road a piece and there was Claude and Gertrude and they were slick as grease
By that I mean we had to watch them quite a bit, they both had a tongue as far as the other could spit
They both loved to gossip it was their middle name, when it came to spreading rumors they were both the same
And they liked to nose around in people's business all the time but grandma had em pegged like a church bell chime
She'd tell em a bunch of bull the most I've ever heard , they'd take it all in hanging on every word
Now grandma and Maude got along really good, they even changed dresses every chance they could
Yep, you read it right it was a sight to see two old women in the woods naked as could be
Well I guess I'm stretching it a little, I didn't actually look, I stood guard in the road that was always my nook
Now I need to back up some and start over again. Grandma liked Maude, she was her sewing friend. Maude sewed her own dresses and that's where it all begin
And while walking to the store one hot summer day we met up with Maude and grandma bragged on Maude's new dress in everyway
I like that new dress Maude, I can still hear it clear and they both swaped dresses in the woods that were near
Well Gertrude and Claude got a hold of that and they spread it all over the counrty on the wings of a gnat
Grandma got mad and Maude did too and they both came up with a plan slick as I ever knew
They told old Claude they needed their garden plowed and knowing he couldn't hear good they had to speak it out loud
Then Grandma said, that patch over yonder on the creek bank Claude and who in the world is that over yonder in the creek said Maude
Claude only heard bits and pieces but he heard enough to know which patch they wanted plowed and then he walked over to the creek to check out the crowd
There he found a bunch of young girls skinny dippin in the creek, when the girls turned and saw him they called him an old creep
Meanwhile grandma and Maude were laughing themselves to death, fanning their aporns cause they couldn't get their breath
Well needless to say word soon got around and here came old Gertrude with a sour face frown
Me and grandma were sittin on the porch churning buttermilk and grandma asked her what was wrong as smooth as any silk
Gertrude started crying the worst I've ever known, she said Claude's went and done it , he's done me wrong
He was seen with them girls over at the creek, they were naked as a jaybird and he just had to peep
I nearly busted out right there on the spot when grandma said come on in Gertrude the day's gettin hot
Well Gertrude sit down in the old rocking chair and poured out her marital problems as if I wasn't there
Then she said, you know I can't help but wonder most of the time if that man is worth it, he ain't worth a dime
Then grandma said, now don't go thinking that about your man you know he's a good person and does what he can
He carries in the wood and water every night and every morning he goes to work plowing before daylight
Now what would you do without him by yourside, it's good to have a man like Claude you ought to feel pride
Well grandma talked her down after quite a while and she left for home with a toothless grin and a big, old smile
Then come Sunday morning we all went to church and everybody always seem to have their own little perch
Let's see now, me, grandma and Maude sit on the third bench back and Claude and Gertrude sit on the front bench so nothing would they lack
Well the preacher got to preaching on infidility and such and the more he preached the more old Claude didn't like it much
Cause Gertrude kept poking him in the ribs with her boney elbow and Claude would give her a dirty look with a red-face glow
Finally he took about all he could take and he jumped straight up and said woman I've never had eyes for another for goodness sake
The preacher stopped preaching and everything got really quiet, Gertrude jumped up and said you know you have and it just ain't right
I reckon they finally noticed everybody was takin it all in and they went out the door faster than they came in
Now you talk about wanting to laugh but I didn't dare , grandma gave me this look with a big, old stare
Now the rest of the church sit glued to their seat, they just sit there and looked , I never seen the beat
Finally the preacher broke the bread and said, let's all go home we're all done here and the Lord's moved on
Now you talk about people moving, they acted like they'd been stung and the very second they hit the door I heard the flapping of their tongue
But you know that didn't stop Claude and Gertrude from coming back to church, of course Claude sit in the back and Gertrude on her own little perch
And things kind of fell back into place like they were before but I'll never forget how grandma and Maude evened the score
I do here by solemnly declare the names have been changed to protect the innocent, I couldn't help myself I just had to share
Susie Swanson, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Scattered Upon The Ground
He was a lively young man
full of joy and cheer
spending his days building
a future ,bright and clear
School days held a promise
always looking towards tomorrow
before his dreams were shattered
by constant pain and sorrow
Hallways became a war zone
and the battle raged within
the enemy was ever so close
he used to call it friend
He walked around so fearful
with his head hanging down
feeling hurt, lonely and excluded
like dirt upon the ground
The classrooms were even worse
with a constant feeling of dread
the more they stared and mocked
the more he hung his head
Why me, he often questioned
I just want to be their friend
why am I so very different
it became so hard to pretend
When the fires were raging inside
his empty and battered soul
yearning for that special place
to help him feel worthy and whole
He took to his secluded bedroom
curled up in a tiny ball
with anguished tears of distress
and no one noticed at all
Until one morning at sunrise
and a mother's weeping sound
teardrops fell like the dreams
that laid scattered upon the ground
Susie Swanson, 2012
Source = Bullying In American Schools --Statistics
Six out of 10 American Teens witness Bullying at least once a day. For children in grades 6--10, one in six--or 3.2 million are victims of Bullying each year and 3.7 million are Bullies. An estimated 160,000 children miss school every day out of fear of attack or intimidation by other students. One out of every 10 students who drop out of school does so because of repeated Bullying. Those who are bullied are five times more likely to be depressed and far more likely to be suicidal.
And the list goes on--- as you've probably already noticed this is a personal issue with me...Yes I was bullied in school but not to the point that I didn't overcome and move on.. With today's kids it's even worse, and the sad part about it is nothing ever seems to be done ..swept under the rug by all involved..
And if you look around you won't find many kids that hasn't went through it in one way or the other...such a sad world for children to grow up in...... This was a very, hard poem for me to write.... Enough said for now...Susie
Friday, March 9, 2012
I Am Free
Look for me in the sunshine
when the day is brand new
feel my warm embrace
I'll be there just for you
When the days become lonely
don't lengthen them with tears
remember the good times
and all my growing years
You taught me how to live
I've left it in plain view
remember my first day of school
and how I tied my shoe
Look through the meadows
where I used to run
my favorite fishing hole
there I had so much fun
If my parting has left a void
fill it with joy and cheer
I'll always be near you
in memories you hold dear
Lift up your heart to heaven
rejoice and share with me
God needed me even more
and now I am free
Susie Swanson,2012
Very recently one of my friends lost her 24 year old son (her one and only child) and she ask me for a poem to be read at his Memorial Service. I started looking through my poems and nothing jumped out at me, I though oh no what will I do..I can't deny this sweet, grieving mother of a simple request such as this..I'd never met her son so I thought that maybe I could write something from a mother's point of view as I have a son. I started writing and nothing seem to work..No words came that I could go with.. knowing I only had a few days to do it in and fearing I would disappoint her, needless to say I was at a loss..
I started praying really hard for God to lead me in the right direction if it be his will, and then I started writing..... This is what I came up with .... To my good friend Monica with love..May God Bless and keep you with his comforting peace as only he can....Susie
Sunday, March 4, 2012
It's Me Again Lord
It's me again Lord
thanking you for another day
being able to get out of bed
is a blessing enough to pray
Lord I sometimes wonder
why I deserve anything at all
I stumble and fall everyday
and feel so unworthy and small
But yet you're always there
through the good and the bad
wiping away every tear
such a comfort when I'm sad
When I lay down at night
I know I can count on you
to keep me safe from harm
just like you always do
Lord I can never forget
your son on that cross
the pain he suffered and endured
for sinners like me that was lost
The pain you must have felt
as he walked up Calvary's Hill
is plenty enough for me
to cling to a promise so real
With a loving father as you
how can anyone ever deny
without you I couldn't walk
there'd be no need to try
Well I'll go for now Lord
but I won't be gone very long
I'm just a talk and a prayer away
I could never make it for long
Susie Swanson,2012
This past Friday Night a tornado swept through our little town and left behind a path of destruction...We are all so grateful that there were no casualties and the injuries were minor compared to some places where people lost their lives... Me and my family were very blessed and fortunate, we didn't get a direct hit..
The last time a tornado touched down here was during that awful outbreak of 1974 .. Four lost their lives back then..Our town and communities have always come together to help in times of need, and this is no exception.. Resources are coming in from every direction and for that we all are humbly grateful...
As everyone knows last week was a very bad week for tornadoes across the country and so many lost their lives..It seems this spring is already setting up to be a very bad season for storms and tornadoes.
Just like all others we will pick ourselves up and start over again and pray for better times and days ahead..
Please help me , (as i know most already are) and pray for the ones that are in worse shape and lost love ones..May God Bless ..Susie
Thursday, March 1, 2012
That Stinky Skunk
A stinky little skunk
paid a visit to me
I never did see him
he didn't want me to see
But he left his mark
and he wanted me to smell
as he ran through the yard
he raised his stinky tail
Such a horrible scent
drifting through the air
couldn't stick my head out
it seem so unfair
That's what he wanted
and he got his way
he kept me in the house
and it made his day
I sure hope the next time
he's out of stinky junk
when he runs through my yard
that stinky little skunk
Susie Swanson,2011
Wheeeeew, been running around like a chicken with its head cut off all week..I bet most have already give up and booted me off of here..I forgot to look and see if I lost any Followers..
Been taking care of the sick, you know how that goes..Everybody seems to be on the mend and I got a spare minute to post..
Of course this morning was no exception, I was running around as usual doing my morning thing when I opened the door and slamed it back...IT'S SPRING..that's what my daddy use to say when the skunks passed through..He always told me the reason we had them so bad was that we lived near a creek..Over the years I've come to realize daddy was right, especially this time of year..
After the smell passed I made my way out the door and managed to have a great day, plenty of sunshine and temps near 80 again, tomorrow it suppose to be rain and more storms...Can't complain ,could be a lot worse, Please continue to remember the people that lost so much this week with all the bad weather and the School Shooting in Ohio..What's the world coming to..
I wrote this little poem and posted it last spring, this morning it came back to me smack kadab in the face.. Good Luck with the skunks this year folks...Blessings, Susie
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