Art in the form of Literature.
Gone fishin
Those dern boy have all gone fishin’
Left us gals alone and wishin’
Fer soft guitars and late-nite fiddlin’
While they sit and do their whittlin’
On some boat a’waitin fer the tide
Left us home all mysty-eyed.
Joa
December 1999
copyright
I’m only a tiny-heartbeat
Nine weeks old.
Jesus loves me
So do the Angels
And my new family too.
I’m so special.
I’m the first
Baby for mom
And dad and
Grannys two.
But my special
Gift…
First one, new
A Bible Storybook
In poetry too.
JoA
Copyright
May 11, 1999
Her silvered hair and deepened eyes
From windy days and cloud-filled skies
Beyond words of ancient Indian lore,
Magic dwells within her pores.
God sent His veil to protect her plight
By feathered slips of cloud-lit night,
To hide a buttered-moon from sight
As almost to immortalize the rite.
Joa
Copyright
June 9, 1999