Ballad of Annie Oakley

In the heart of Ohio, 'neath the wide Buckeye sky,
Was born Annie Oakley, in eighteen-sixty, nigh.
In a log cabin dwelling, near North Star's gentle light,
Phoebe Ann Moses, a star in the night.

Her childhood was marked by scarcity and loss,
Her father, a farmer, died from frost's cruel cross.
In a terrible storm, he met his untimely fate,
Leaving young Phoebe to wrestle with a heavy weight.

A sister too, in time, would pass away,
Adding to the hardships of Annie's early day.
But from these trials, a sharpshooter arose,
With a rifle in hand, she faced life's imposing foes.

At the tender age of eight, or so the tale is told,
Annie learned to hunt, brave and bold.
She'd shoot with a grace, so natural and free,
Supporting her kin with game from field and tree.

Quail, rabbit, squirrel, her aim always true,
In Cincinnati, at fifteen, her renown only grew.
A shooting match won, against sharpshooter Butler,
Her future husband, none could out-flutter.

Annie's skill was such, surplus meat she'd provide,
To markets and hotels, her fame did glide.
Her mother, resourceful, sold the game with pride,
Ensuring their survival, with Annie by their side.

Then came the year, eighteen eighty-five,
Buffalo Bill's show, where legends come alive.
Annie Oakley, the star, in a spectacle so grand,
Joined the Rough Riders, a rifle in hand.

Sitting Bull, the great chief, with respect so rare,
Named her Watanya Cicilla, in the open air.
"Little Sure Shot," a title of honor and might,
In Buffalo Bill's Wild West, she was a brilliant sight.

Outshooting Cody, winning hearts far and wide,
Annie's fame soared, on a celestial tide.
Admired by all, from McCoys to Hatfields,
In an era of feuds, her legend never yields.

But time marches on, as all stories tell,
In nineteen twenty-six, Little Sure Shot fell.
November's chill wind whispered a mournful sigh,
For Annie Oakley, under the Buckeye sky.

Her legacy lives on, in tales and in song,
A woman of courage, undaunted and strong.
In the heart of Ohio, 'neath the wide Buckeye sky,
Lives the spirit of Oakley, forever to fly.

January 29, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

The Old Drive-In

The Old Dive-In brings back fond memories of yesterday 
Sitting in a warm car a great place to make hay. 

Concessions just a short step away
Hot popcorn cheeseburgers little to pay

A night out of the house spelled freedom for us
The big named stars on the big screen were a must

The fond memories of yesteryear bring joy, sometimes a tear
Thank God our memories last throughout the years

January 28, 2024
MarkWaldrop

Lost In Time

I faintly remember the distant past.
Smells of the dusty road, the creek, and newly mown grass.

Smells didn't matter much when I was a kid
Too engaged with other things, Heaven forbid 

We were poor as church mice. We had no shoes. 
We were happy as could be just singing the blues. 

In the one-room school, we sang in harmony. 
Miss Marie, the School Marm taught us our A B C’s

After school, boys swam in the creek.
I learned many lessons most I can't repeat.

The good old days were better then.
It seems I have trouble remembering them.

January 25, 2024
MarkWaldrop

Boston Tea Party

   British tea cast adrift

In sixteen seventy-three, in Boston's embrace,
A protest arose, a bold act took place.
Colonists, weary of taxation's cruel sting,
Against British rule, in defiance, they'd swing.

December's chill graced the Boston night,
A harbor scene painted in revolutionary light.
No representation, yet taxes so steep,
Fueled a rebellion, no longer asleep.

Three hundred forty-two chests in the sea,
British tea cast adrift, a powerful decree.
No submission to acts that unjustly bind,
The Boston Tea Party, a mark on the mind.

An echo resounded through history's halls,
A catalyst brewing for liberty's calls.
In the lead-up to revolution's solution,
This act stood strong, a fervent contribution.

December 9, 2023
Created by
MarkWaldrop

About the author

          An old country boy

My name is Mark. I’m just an ole country boy. 
My heart He filled April 26, 2021, with rhyming joy

God showed up and gave the gift of rhyming to me
I now share it with all who listen for His Beauty to see

MarkWaldrop
Mark’s Email  ke7wa@juno.com
Mark graduated from Park City High School in Park City, Kentucky in 1964. He then attended Arizona State University before returning home to join the Family Funeral Business. In 1968, He graduated from The Kentucky School of Mortuary Science in Louisville, Kentucky.
With a career spanning over 50 years, Mark served in the Funeral Care Industry until his retirement in 2014.
Aside from his professional pursuits, Mark had various interests. He developed a passion for flying and obtained his Private Pilot's License during his senior year of high school. Another area of interest for him was Amateur Radio, and now holds the Extra Class Amateur Radio License KE4WA. He actively participates in several Christian Nets and serves as the Net Control for the 8 Am Bible Fellowship Net on 7188 Mhz every Thursday morning. More information about this can be found at bfn2.net. He is also active on the 7240club.com at 10 Am E & Ambassadors for Christ Net afc7280.com 2 Pm E both on KJ4TN remote. 
Following his retirement in May 2014, Mark began his journey as a poet in Moncks Corner, South Carolina. He is an active member of the South Carolina Poet Society and credits God for his rhyming abilities. Words started flowing for Mark on April 26, 2021, and have continued ever since. He invites others to read, enjoy, and meditate on his poetry 

Mark’s Email  ke7wa@juno.com

The old farm

The old farm ain't what it used to be
Much more complicated now, you see

Expensive air-conditioned tractors and the like
Even the farmers are known to go on strike

Even purchasing expensive fertilizer now
Mules dispensed it for free behind the plow

Well, these times ain't what they used to be
I guess it's better in the long run for you and me

October 23, 2023
MarkWaldrop
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An Ethiopia Legend

An Ethiopian Legend of many Centuries ago
Tells of a strange bean and where it does grow

It has been traced to the ancient Coffee Forest on the Ethiopian Plateau
Goat herder Kaldi noticed the goats, after eating, exhibited quite a show

Becoming anxious and did not sleep at night
Causing the Goat Herder Kaldi quite a fright

Kali reported his concerns to the Abbott of the Local Monastery
The Abbott made a tea that kept him from becoming quite weary 

Accrediting this to the discovery of  the Coffee Bean of today
Drinking many cups of a morning makes me anxious all day

October 22, 2023
MarkWaldrop

Give bees a chance

Give bees a chance and let them do their thing
Without pollination, we would not have many things

The Queen Bee has an internal desire
To carry out her work as God requires

Cut down on pollution and pesticides 
That in this world bees may reside

God created Bees to continue His Creation
For that very reason, we are under a great obligation 

October 22, 2023
MarkWaldrop

The cool, quiet, calm

The cool quiet and the calm of an early morning dawn
The serenity of the moment brings to mind a Psalm

Psalm 131: I have calmed and quieted my restless soul
Awakening early to see Your Majestic Scenes unfold

How Great Thou Art, Oh Lord, Your Creation beyond words
Only explainable through the Heavenly sound of the birds 

Thank You, God, for Your beautiful creation 
That brings peace of mind and exultation 

September 30, 2023
MarkWaldrop
Inspired by John Becton