Night sounds

When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
You sit back relaxing  with your favorite cup

The orchestra of the night, critters start slow
Then builds to a loud crescendo to peak the show 

Such quiet sounds can only be loud in the night
Matter not where you live, through the sounds we all unite

Some things stay the same 

Some things In life stay the same no matter what
The joy of the birth of a child, your team beats the other team's butt. 

The memories you have floating in your mind
Some of the memories may be harsh, others kind

The past after today cannot be changed away
Only changing today will change the past I pray

The key to changing the past lies in your hands 
For no other can make the choices, this world demands

Pauline’s

There was a place, 627 Clay Street in Bowling Green Kentucky. 
Your dad would take you there on your birthday if you were lucky. 

A stately brick house. Well manicured and kept. 
Rumored a place where many a boy and business man slept. 

If you came by, the milk can was on the street
You just kept on walking with your two feet

In the blink of an eye the can was on the porch. 
For six dollars you could go in and light your torch. 

No kinder or most gracious lady could ever be found. 
Her heart was made of pure gold giving much to the town. 

Coats needed at the local elementary school. 
She didn’t hesitate a minute to obey the golden rule. 

The local officials all left Pauline alone. 
They were most afraid their names would become known. 

For the many years she serviced the town. 
The towns people let her wear her Glorious Crown. 

The Poet Society of South Carolina

“The Poet Society of South Carolina” was born over a hundred years ago. 
It was born in Charleston to keep its city aglow. 

Many readings and late-night meetings on King Street
seemed to make the Creations oh so sweet.

As time moved on, The Poet Society evolved. 
 Its aim is that every community be involved.
 
The taboo of the rich and famous having been left behind. 
We are opening new doors to the young and old, with Creative Minds. 

Where we go in the future is difficult to see. 
We are leaving it to the children of you and me. 

July 24, 2022
Mark Waldrop 

 Amateur Radio

Amateur Radio is the greatest Hobby here on earth. 
Making friends from all over the world 
of untold worth. 

Time traveling from your Shack to a distant place. 
With your radio and a wire, you find yourself face to face. 

Sitting back relaxing in your captain's chair. 
Makes for many a good story told over the air. 

If it's true friends are worth more than gold. 
Then, my friend, you have found more love than your heart can hold.