Joyce Marie Hayes
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Joyce Marie Hayes Poems
I miss the old days, I miss the gentle ways, I miss the county fairs. I miss the old folks, I miss my brother's jokes,
Peace - It's Time!
Time to face the world's dilemmas, Time to love and laugh once more. Time to mend the broken hearted, Hang a welcome on the door. Time to hear the children's laughter,
Then I'll Be There!
I raise my eyes and say a prayer As waves crash hard upon the shore. Grey Mist swirls against the sky, My heart aches with a remembering cry.
An Eagle soared aloft in a clear blue sky, A king whose pride rang out with every cry. His golden eyes alert and very sound he heard, Yet he ignored the war cry of a big silver bird. Moving faster than sound it ignited his head,
It's Up To You
Hey brother why the gloom, And chin upon the floor. It takes the sunshine from the room, And clutters up the air. A smile does wonders for your face,
Comments about Joyce Marie Hayes
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
I miss the old days,
I miss the gentle ways,
I miss the county fairs. I miss the old folks,
I miss my brother's jokes,
I miss concerts in the park. I miss the quiet talks,
I miss the sunday walks,
I miss the forest paths. We had not much in material ways,
No malls, T.V. or electronic rays.
No atom bombs, jets or star wars threats,
But we had what I'd never trade. A church bells melodic chime,
Full blooming trees to climb.
Deep fern covered woods to roam,
A wondrous, moving Kipling poem. Country fairs and skating rinks,