Oh Loving Mother where have you gone today I pray you won't be gone long please don't stay My tears cry for your loving touch I miss your warm smile so much I know you can't return to me I can only prepare to see thee February 2, 2024 MarkWaldrop
Happy Groundhog's Day, twenty-twenty-four! With eager eyes, we all did explore, Punxsutawney Phil, the seer of time, Gave us a forecast, oh so prime. He did NOT see his shadow, so it seems, Spring is closer, in our dreams. Gone soon, the winter's icy tether, All thanks to a rodent's weather. Yes, science abounds in meteorology's task, Yet, for Phil's prediction, we eagerly ask. Funny, isn't it, how traditions entwine, With forecasts and futures, all align. So celebrate the coming of spring's sweet call, Phil's decree, a shadow's fall. Happy Groundhog's Day, let's all cheer, For spring's warmth is nearly here! February 2, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
One day a long time ago in Bible Lands A cattle train headed out to their Homeland Jacob, with his wives and children, mounted their Camels high Heading out under the hot desert sky Following God’s Devine plan, trekking many miles in the hot sand Camels, cattle, goats, and sheep always looking for water and sleep An impossible journey in every way Only with God’s Hand as they pray Reaching their destination and looking in the past Thanking God for his protection that will forever last February 2, 2024 MarkWaldrop Genesis 31:17-18
In the spring of '71, a young boy's journey begun, Kevin, just eleven, with dreams touching the sun. WN2AEY, his call sign, a beacon of light, Received on his twelfth birthday, much to his delight. With a homebrew transmitter, fifty watts of pure zeal, Cathode keyed, crystal controlled, a young ham's ideal. A National NCX3, his first receiver to hold, But soon traded for something more bold. The Hammarlund HQ170A, vast as the sea, A radio giant, for a young enthusiast, a key. This machine, a marvel, in his hands it lay, An ocean of frequencies, just a dial away. In the fall of '72, at the tender age of thirteen, He upgraded to general, a new call sign to glean. WAZAEY, his new identity in the air, A step further in his journey, handled with care. Through the static and noise, his passion grew, A world of connections, old and new. From a young boy's dream in the spring of '71, To a journey in waves, under the invisible sun. January 31, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop KE4WA Penned for Kevin Clark WA2AEY
Golden Gate Park a timeless place To bask in God’s Peace and Grace A tranquil stroll with dogs in hand Calms the anxious soul of any man Children playing and running all around Recovers memories lost but now found The smell of the blossoming flowers Unrest in my mind Peace overpowers All good things must come to an end. I am confident this will happen again. January 29, 2024 MarkWaldrop
Life on the farm is relaxing, I must say Sending the cares of the city away The smell of freshly new-mown hay A hot cup of coffee to start the day The midnight hours of birthing a calf It brings happiness and far less strife Life on the farm melts my many concerns away Close to God’s creation is where I want to stay January 29, 2024 MarkWaldrop Penned for my friend Dean Ewing
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 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
We are all allotted a certain amount of time Knowing the exact number would be a crime Being young, my hourglass has what God will allow Grandpa's hourglass is close to being empty now God has a plan for each of our lives Living in His Will brings less strife Thank you, God, for Your Plan that I might see And giving me Grandpa, who always loves me January 27, 2024 MarkWaldrop
The burdens of life brought me to my knees Nowhere to turn but God, looking for peace As I share with Him all my cares My load is lifted through my tears His Grace and Mercy are more than I can understand I thank you, God, for your Everlasting Devin Plan January 27, 2024 MarkWaldrop