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Monday Memories: Grandpa’s Front Porch

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Here is another poem from the past, published back in November, 2018.  It recalls a time long ago of rich family memories.

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Recalling an amazing moment many years ago

Looking forward to seeing Grandpa—let’s go!

 

Sitting on his front porch for endless times

Allowing a special grandson to feel so fine

 

Bouncing on Grandpa’s knee was such fun

Laughing and giggling until there was none

 

Seeing Grandpa’s old, rustic rocking chair

Bringing back memories of us being a pair

 

Enjoying another warm, yet peaceful summer night

Listening to Grandpa’s stories, full of fun and fright

 

Watching the fireflies dancing above the tall, green grass

Hearing through the screen door, radio shows long past

 

Observing neighbors walking down an endless sidewalk

Pausing to spend a magic moment with us while we talk

 

Tasting Grandma’s freshly baked, sweet treats

Arousing taste buds and sweet tooth to meet

 

Spending time together for an hour or maybe two

Witnessing life from a porch presents quite a view

 

Sitting in the proud and mature rocking chair once more

Observing the years have been generous and restored

 

Smiling now as the porch hasn’t changed too much

Adding a new floor with fresh paint as a final touch

 

Recalling Grandpa on this comforting porch

Carrying on for him, with a brightly lit torch

 

Passing on an ageless and honored family tradition

Listening again to Grandpa’s most favorite renditions

 

Filling childish lives with memories of nurturing love

Lifting thoughts upward to Grandpa in heaven above

 

 

Memories

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Thanks for the memories

 

For sunrises, spectacular and refreshing

Feeling God’s creation, always fetching

Let me witness one more, very soon

 

Thanks for the memories

 

For teaching for forty years, now gone

Being retired, yet singing a new song

Each day feels precious and engaging

 

Thanks for the memories

 

For daughters special and sweet

Always making this heart tweet

You make me smile every day

 

Thanks for the memories

 

For travels across this vast land

Witnessing God’s creative hand

I look forward to seeing more

 

Thanks for the memories

 

For seeing grandchildren grow up

Their blessings overflow my cup

How truly marvelous they are

 

Thanks for the memories

 

For nights watching films from years ago

Classic stories and acting, tied in a bow

Enjoying movies and popcorn at home

 

Thanks for the memories

 

For finding love before growing old

God’s promises come true and bold

Never say never to His amazing grace

 

Thanks for the memories

 

For writing poetry and sometimes more

Allowing my new passion to fly and soar

Thankful for wonderful readers like you

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This poem’s theme is inspired by Bob Hope, one of America’s greatest entertainers.  He excelled in vaudeville, Broadway shows, radio, film, and television.  He may be best known for the many shows he did for American troops overseas.  In 1938, Hope and Shirley Ross performed the song “Thanks for the Memory” in the film “The Big Broadcast of 1938.”  Adapting lyrics in future years as needed, the song became Hope’s signature song whenever he performed.  Here are a few lines from “Thanks for the Memory.”  Enjoy!

Thanks for the memory
Of rainy afternoons, swingy Harlem tunes
Motor trips and burning lips and burning toast and prunes
How lovely it was
Thanks for the memory
Of candlelight and wine, castles on the Rhine
The Parthenon, and moments on the Hudson River line
How lovely it was
Many’s the time that we feasted
And many’s the time that we fasted
Oh well, it was swell while it lasted
We did have fun, and no harm done
So thanks for the memory
Of crap games on the floor, nights in Singapore
You might have been a headache, but you never were a bore
I thank you so much

 

Class of ’74

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The excitement of high school stands quietly now

All alumni remember, having taken their final bow

Somewhere in the background, singing from above

British vocalist Lulu sings again, “To Sir With Love”

 

As youth, daydreaming of playing for the Golden Bears

To proudly wear the gold and white with spirit and flair

Gridiron warriors bare their souls and accomplish more

A championship berth misses by a single game’s score

 

Determined grapplers take down each and every contender

These wrestlers secure gold, no longer seen as pretenders

Teamwork and tenacity deliver wins on the hardwood

Basketball championship arrives, because they could

 

Daily routines pack every academic day

Lunchtime jukebox in the cafeteria plays

The staff educates with authority and motivation

Always with immense pride and lasting dedication

 

Like a human compass, Mr. Fox draws a perfect shape

Dressed as a cowboy, Mr. Ensign imparts history’s fate

As dependable as a clock, Mrs. Brush teaches math each day

With surprising humor, Mr. Welchlin makes geology fun to play

 

Days filled with books, manual typewriters, and slide rules

Never imagining computers that today’s students find cool

Ah, the memories still live for so many after these years

Careers, families, and challenges drive us without fear

 

The years advance as more gray hair arrives

However, keen minds remain strong and alive

Never forgetting, these high school years stand tall

Filling hearts and minds, memories continue for all

 

These memories give you a glimpse into my final high school year at Billings West High School.  Yes, it was way back in 1974, now 45 years ago this month.  God has blessed me to remember these events and happenings from long ago.

A year ago at this time, I was leaving the classroom again.  After 40 years as a classroom teacher, activities director, and coach, I was passing on the torch to other colleagues to continue on.  Enjoy a previously published poem that many of you probably missed in Teacher’s Final Day.

 

 

 

 

 

Fallen, Never Forgotten

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American flag

hangs mournfully

at half mast

 

Honoring a

courageous, fallen soldier

on a distant battlefield

 

Many come

to honor this

patriotic, young man

 

Supporting his loved ones

Family, wife, and children

 

Who will miss

his gentle soul

 

Let us

never forget

this day!

 

The ultimate sacrifice

paid by

one mighty soldier

 

So many others

may be free

 

U.S. Army Specialist Joseph P. Collette died on March 22, 2019 from enemy fire in Afghanistan while on a combat mission.  This poem is written to honor him along with all who have fallen.

 

Grandpa’s Front Porch

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Recalling an amazing moment many years ago

Looking forward to seeing Grandpa—let’s go!

 

Sitting on his front porch for endless times

Allowing a special grandson to feel so fine

 

Bouncing on Grandpa’s knee was such fun

Laughing and giggling until there was none

 

Seeing Grandpa’s old, rustic rocking chair

Bringing back memories of us being a pair

 

Enjoying another warm, yet peaceful summer night

Listening to Grandpa’s stories, full of fun and fright

 

Watching the fireflies dancing above the tall, green grass

Hearing through the screen door, radio shows long past

 

Observing neighbors walking down an endless sidewalk

Pausing to spend a magic moment with us while we talk

 

Tasting Grandma’s freshly baked, sweet treats

Arousing taste buds and sweet tooth to meet

 

Spending time together for an hour or maybe two

Witnessing life from a porch presents quite a view

 

Sitting in the proud and mature rocking chair once more

Observing the years have been generous and restored

 

Smiling now as the porch hasn’t changed too much

Adding a new floor with fresh paint as a final touch

 

Recalling Grandpa on this comforting porch

Carrying on for him, with a brightly lit torch

 

Passing on an ageless and honored family tradition

Listening again to Grandpa’s most favorite renditions

 

Filling childish lives with memories of nurturing love

Lifting thoughts upward to Grandpa in heaven above